Salvage for dollars!

I have never before felt the need or desire to visit a salvage yard. Only by a random course of events did this opportunity even present itself to me. At the farm property we own, there is a lot of left over farm equipment from the previous owner that is scattered, old and rusty. Joe has owned the property for going on 30 years, so that is how long all of that stuff has sat there. Trying to make a long story short, someone stole a large piece of equipment that was chained to a tree. I would have never known it was gone, but Joe knows that property very well and he noticed it was missing that last time we went up. We figured out it had to be someone familiar with the property because you wouldn't know it was there unless you had been there. So after checking with our neighbors we found out that the grandson of Joe's neighbor is the one that took it. He is supposed to be calling us to fess up, but as of yet hasn't. Knowing what I know now about how scrap metal is sold, he probably made about $800.00 off of the piece of equipment. When we first found out it was him, Joe and I thought that instead of making him pay us back, we would have him come over and pick up some of the other scrap to clean it off of the property and maybe make him do some other odd jobs. That was until I found out how much money he got for it. Screw that! That little bastard is going to be paying us back. The fact that he hasn't called yet is making me even madder! Joe is going to have to let me talk to him though because I know he will go all soft and let him off the hook. So all of that got me thinking about some of the stuff that I had out in our barn that was just junk and taking up space. Bryan and I loaded it all in to our trailer and we took it to the scrap yard. There may be something wrong with me or my hillbilly gene is becoming dominant because I had fun! We watched the cranes moving stuff around during our 45 minute wait in line. I couldn't believe how many people were there. They even had cops directing people in and out. A big magnet came down and picked stuff right out of the trailer. We made $128.00 on our little trailer full of stuff. So Bryan and I are going to get the stuff at the farm and turn it in ourselves. I will never look at a old rusty piece of metal the same way again. As for that kid, he won't be invited to our labor day party anymore.