One man's junk.

Silver goblet with an inscription to "Kathy" from 1981.

I don't know what this is.

Copper or brass ice fishing tool.

Golf balls. We smack them around at work on lunch.

Garden decor.

Is my treasure. In this case, "the man" is my Uncle Butch, mom's younger brother. Retired, he's sorta like a picker, but he buys metals - copper, brass, etc. - at auctions for recycling. Quite often, Uncle Butch might want one item, but he has to bid on an entire truck load. 

And I sift through "the truck load"...which I am in the process of shining up.