It’s practically a sacrament in Appalachia. Every holler becomes a tire and appliance dump.
I remember quite a bit of it on dead end roads in south Florida. One time, we walked past a bunch of appliances to get to the water at the end of the road. When we walked back, some locals were setting up targets on some of the appliances, and carrying large-bore pistols. I guess the car parked there didn’t clue them in that we were downrange.