When driving to work one day, I saw a shopping cart in the middle right lane of an elevated four lane interstate. I guess it came off of a truck but I’ve only seen them stolen to be made into makeshift bus stop benches or used by homeless folk. Don’t really know how or why it ended up there.
That’s no bull.
In my rural area many folks are obliged to take their weekly or monthly refuse to the local waste disposal facility. In the last 15 years I have acquired eight or so 30 gallon plastic trash containers and twice as many lids for the same. I’ll never be purchasing one of those again.
Lots and lots of tools. Big ass set of Channelocks, screwdrivers, adjustable wrenches, baby seat (sans baby) and strangest of all, huge honking Texas Longhorn steer, right in the middle of the intersection in Yucaipa, Ca. He had that “this sure don’t look like Texas” look on his puzzled face. Stopped and picked up the tools, left the baby seat and the longhorn.
Just curious, was there a slaughterhouse nearby?
Horses (stopped and got them off the road), dogs, cats, bison, deer, deer, deer, deer, deer, deer, mountain lion, bears, ladders, mattresses, prong horn antelope, mountain goats, big horn mountain sheep, wild boar, paint, rolls of carpet.
The deer are just a pain in the ass, wherever they are. Bison win, so you stop until they’re done. I think they win for most remarkable. Those are big animals.
When I was in high school, riding my bike down the street (back when high school kids went outdoors and rode bikes), I stopped to pick up a wallet. There was $27.50 in it, but absolutely nothing else, no other papers or cards or ID. Adjusted for inflation, that’s $247 now. My dad let me keep it (back when kids needed parents permission), if I put an ad in the paper and nobody claimed it.
Pack of around 15 African wild dogs sunbathing; a mooching hyena.
(Kruger NP)
In my case, no slaughterhouse, but pastures nearby. He probably found a hole in the fence an made a break for it. Perhaps he was reconsidering the wisdom of his decision.:eek:
Stuffed animals, all the time.
Have to imagine some poor child sobbing uncontrollably to mom or dad that their beloved toy got accidentally defenestrated while they were blasting down the highway–childhood dreams lost in the gutter of life…
“I got a rock.” I feel like Charlie Brown compared to you. The other day out walking I found a long Phillips head bit. Our neighbors are having work done and maybe one of them dropped it.
On the same walk, I spotted a tiny Snickers bar with wrapper intact. Leftover from Halloween maybe. Let it be. Would take a rock over gutter food.
Came over the hill in a rural area and there was a cow standing sideways in my lane. I came to an (easy) stop and we looked at each other for a few moments. I was debating whether to get out and try to urge it off of the road (range cows can be not as domesticated as you’d like them to be) when a ranch pickup coming the other way stopped on the shoulder, so I drove around the cow and went on my way.
Once, while hitch hiking in the 70s, I found a steel ball bearing, about 3" in diameter.
I still have it.
An artificial leg. I looked around but didn’t see a body. I kept it for a while as a conversation piece.
Almost had a pile up on a country road when two mallards jaywalked during a dawn rain.
$70.00.
A really nice convertible dolly cart.
A ladder.
I wish I had stopped to pick up the roll of orange plastic fencing a couple years ago.
Might have made a great lamp.
A big stainless-steel serving fork. I had a slow leak in one tire and the tire shop literally pulled it out with a pair of pliers. It was huge…and in very good condition. I could have used it for Thanksgiving dinner after a quick wash.
An envelope with over $2500 in cash and about $5000 in checks. Returned everything to the owners. It was money they raised from their son’s estate sale, he had died from cancer about a year earlier.
Also found a 20 foot extension ladder and a nice extension cord. Still have both.
Since I am no longer in a hurry, I would love that place. 
Mostly lots of wild animals, living and dead. We got stuck in a huge herd of bison crossing the road in Yellowstone. Had to wait for a giraffe having a drink from a mud puddle in Uganda and had to wait for an elephant family to cross the road.
The carnage on American roads seems to have reached epic proportions. Our last trip south this past summer showed roads littered with carcasses of every description. The worst, though, was when we topped a small rise and there was a scrawny kitten standing in the road, mouth wide open, howling in terror. I managed to swerve around it, but I’m sure it must have been flattened by the semi behind me. That little face still haunts me, and I choose to believe that it somehow scrambled off the road. 