Loaded up from my Honey Hole trip to Foss Recycling

Loaded up from my Honey Hole trip to Foss Recycling The Honey Hole Haul Most folks around Brunswick County talk about fishing holes, oyster beds, or where the flounder bite best. But not Andrew Bussell. No — his “honey hole” sits behind a dusty row of dented fenders and sun‑bleached bumpers at the GMC scrap lot, a place where metal dreams go to die… and where Andrew goes to resurrect them. He rolled in just after sunrise, coffee steaming in the cupholder, trailer rattling behind him like it already knew it was about to get overloaded. The Honey Hole never disappointed. It was the kind of place where every corner hid a treasure: twisted copper lines, brass fittings, aluminum rims, and the occasional mystery chunk of metal that made you squint and say, “Well, you’re coming with me anyway.” The crew at the GMC yard knew him by now. “Back again?” one of them hollered. Andrew grinned. “If the metal’s here, so am I.” He worked the yard like a seasoned prospector. Every clang of metal hitting the trailer was a victory. Every pile he sorted through was a chance at another payday. By mid‑morning, the trailer sat stacked high — a monument to resourcefulness, sweat, and the sweet thrill of the hunt. When he finally strapped everything down, the load looked like a rolling scrapyard parade. Copper glinted in the sun. Aluminum rims peeked out like silver coins. Even the old GMC tailgate he found leaned proudly against the side, ready for its second life. Then came the best part: the Foss run. The road to Foss Recycling felt like a victory lap. The trailer hummed behind him, heavy with the spoils of the Honey Hole. Every bump in the road made the metal sing — a clattering symphony only a scrapper could love. At Foss, the scale told the truth: It had been a good day. As the forklift carried off the load, Andrew stood there with that quiet satisfaction only scrappers understand. Not just the money — though that was nice — but the story behind every piece of metal. The hunt. The haul. The Honey Hole magic. He climbed back into the truck, dusted off his hands, and smiled. Tomorrow, the Honey Hole would be waiting again. And so would he. Join this channel to get access to perks:    / @scrappingwithgrandpa   I am a Scrap Metal Recyclers. Hwy 421. Past the Truck Stop. Scrapping With Grandpa. PayPal.Me/scrappingwithgrandpa Email me at [email protected] Scrapping and Recycling is what I do. Send Fan Mail or anything you might want me to share on my channel. Sponsors welcome. Scrapping With Grandpa 1761 Navaho Rd Southport NC 28461