Just thinking back, because of my frequent scrounging at land fills, dumpsters, and backroads, my mom used to call me Sanford. From the show Sanford and Son. I still pick up usable to me stuff but not so much after land fill closed and now have a transfer station to take our junk. Sorry for the hijack.
Bradley; I bought a 1959 Dodge one ton flatbed in 1972 for $100.00. I hauled junk, scrap metal, anything I could make a buck with. I supported my family with that old truck for over four years. I went to the dump so many times, that I was on a first name basis with the employees there. I always brought them "refreshments". It got so I was hauling as much of a load of metal out of the dump as I was taking trash in. I would always bring the straw boss half of what I got out of the loads. Shoot, I'd pull in, get directed to the unload site, then get directed to the load up site where the crew used a forklift to load my truck. Every body called me "greasy Robert", but we made money.
Be safe.
Robert.