A week at the dump or I LOVE Spring!
Kevin French, Antrim NH
>Tuesday I pulled a garden cart out of the dump, the wood was all rotten, but the frame was in good shape. Always wanting one but never willing to part with the coin they want for one, has left me cartless, UNTIL NOW.
The next day I went to the dump someone else is unloading a another cart. Same thing wood rotten, frame in good shape. I go back to work and telling one of the guys in the shop about my two day finds. He says he has one and his yard is too small to use it, but it was his recently departed mother's and couldn't bear to throw it out. He asked if I wanted another. Well when it rains it pours. I assure him I would find a good home for his mother's cart after I repaired it.
Pictured is the first cart I found. It's rebuilt, everything came from the dump Plywood, Carriage bolts, washers, nuts, and the mixure of paint to cover the wood. My cost a new tube a can of primer and a can of flat black, both left over from other projects.
I plan to up grade it with an insert so I can carry my canoe upstream to a flatwater marsh area for some turtle watching.
Fiday I showed up at the dump and the Dumpmiester stops in front of me riding on the fork lift and hands me a Yankee No. 555 Breast Drill and says "If it's worth a Million Dollars I want half" I told him we never find out because I wasn't going to sell it. He then said that the same guy dump a bunch of hardware and some more tools in the metal hoper.
The haul includes a old 24" pipe wrench, aMiller's Falls No.77 Drill, an old aw set, half dozen Auger bits, antique screwdrivers and lots of hardware.