In '85 just before I joined the Army I lived in a gold mining town called Kalgoorlie, where my parents still reside.
In the '80's before accountants took more control of companies, the mining firms would chuck anything out that, even if it was something really minor. So I spent many a fine weekend trip at the mines tip picking up all sorts of weird tools. Often you would get a stack of one tool with different bits broken and you could usually piece together a few. With electrical tools often they just needed a fuse or brushes.
My favourites was a box of hammers where I have the smallest ball pein to the biggest with the biggest I later learnt was bigger than the official sizes and all were extremely old.
They are all in a my Army footlocker at my folks place until I get home. All favourites as all needed work and were free