In the 60's ( before landfills), my Dad used to go to the "dump" every weekend and I.d tag along. Good memories. You could find anything you were looking for. the good ole days for sure.
I used to go to the one at the end of the road with my grandaddy. We almost always came back with more than we took! Fond memories. My most memorable find was a box of 22 bullets and shotgun shells! Of course there's the old rusted lawn mower he was going to convert to a go-cart for me.... That never happened.