Two weeks ago, hubby called me from work early Monday morning and told me he just found out his brother was moving to Florida. This is the BIL that lived with my FIL that passed away. BIL has been in heating and cooling for years and years and years. Anywho, he treated FIL's property like a dump, with infrequent scrap turn ins.
He told hubby they were leaving in a few days and I could have all the metal at the top of the property, there was probably a couple hundred pounds he said. Ok, cool!
I get there at 10 am and look things over. Uh, I'm gonna need a bigger truck! There was so much stuff tossed in the woods and overgrown I couldn't believe it. Good thing I took battery powered tools, it was too far from the house to hook up to electric.
I had no choice- I started pulling stuff out, tossing metal into my truck, aluminum off to the side and motors/other non ferrous into piles for later. That first day I turned in 3400 lbs of steel in 3 trips. I called the yard ahead of time, told them what I was doing and they agreed to hold my ticket weights. I'd pull in, off load and pull back out without nary a backwards glance lol. I had to trust them.
Pulled in at 4:15 with load number 3, off loaded and collected my money bent over like a broken tree in so much pain it wasn't funny,
Went back for another load to take in the first thing the next day, went home and collapsed. Didn't even take my dirty clothes off. Covered in blood and itching from numerous bramble scratches and ant bites.
Took that 4th load first thing Tuesday morning. Went back for another load and turn in. (1500 lbs those 2 trips). Went back for another load and was finally ticked enough I called hubby after he got home from work and told him to get his ass down here and help me with the last load of the day since this was his idea in the first place. He gets there, we load up another load and the next thing I hear is ''Omg, my arms are covered in blood.'' I'm shocked he isn't feeling pain from the daggers shooting out of my eyes at him. ''I don't even want to hear it'' is all I say. Next, I hear ''It's getting dark.'' Omg, there is still room in my truck and I am NOT leaving here without a full load!!! Finally got the last of the metal in my truck to turn in Weds. I think that load was 700 lbs of steel and the start of some of the motors from AC's and furnaces.
Turned that load in and went back for ll the aluminum, motors,wire,copper, MUCH misc.
Even with the wood sides on my truck, I still had to cut furnaces apart to line the sides so I could get as much loaded as I could so nothing would fall between the cracks.
I also cut a piece of wood to go across the back end of my truck and behind the window so I could load up to the top all the way back and haul more per trip. Huge,huge difference in haul weight that way!!
My poor truck, it never complained once and I beat the heck out of it. Took me a couple days to figure out why the bees kept hanging around though. When I cleaned out the back of my truck of all the tall weeds, branches and leaves that was stuck to the scrap I found apples from driving under the apple trees lol.
Went back this past Monday to get what they left behind before the renters moved in and got more furnaces, a push mower, a rototiller, a grill, bikes and just much more misc items. I had 5 straps holding everything in that load in place I didn't want to trust the sides and back piece on that one lol.
Phew!!
Oh yeah,and, couple hundred pounds my ass!!!!!
