Dennis Boothby, Author at The Ring Finders

Engagement And Wedding Rings Lost In The Ogunquit Beach Surf, Found In Footbridge Beach, With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐‚๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š: ๐€ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ-๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’

Imagine watching a video of your family playing in the ocean, only to realize you captured the exact millisecond a family heirloom vanished into the sea…

It was a picture-perfect, hot Maine summer day at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea . Brett, his wife Kaitee, and their two young children were playing in the ocean, laughing, and enjoying some quality family time together.

Kaitee and her oldest daughter were out in the water, splashing around and jumping over some decent-sized waves while Brett and Kai were near the shore, filming the happy memory.

But in a split second, the ocean changed everything. ๐ŸŒŠAs a big wave rolled in, Kaitee lifted her daughter up high to clear the crest. The moment she put her daughter back down, she felt that sickening emptiness on her finger. She immediately pointed to her hand, looked toward Brett on the shore, and mouthed the words every married couple dreads hearing:

“๐™ˆ๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ.” ๐Ÿ’”

Her beautiful wedding and engagement rings, which were soldered together into one precious piece, had vanished into the surf. In the video, you can see Kaitee immediately looking down into the water, frantically trying to search through the waves. But as anyone who has been to the beach knows, it is virtually impossible to find anything in churning sand and crashing waves. ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง ๐Ÿ”

Devastated, they knew they needed help. While the video didn’t show any landmarks or depth to prove exactly how far from the shore they were, it did provide one crucial piece of evidence: ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ.

With that exact time locked in, we could calculate the exact state of the tide. Armed with that vital piece of data, Brett jumped on the phone.

At around ๐Ÿ:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐๐Œ ๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก, my phone rang. ๐Ÿ“ž

As I listened to Brett’s story, I quickly checked the tide charts. My heart sank a bit when I saw that high tide wasn’t until 3:47 PM. Because the tide had already been coming in when Kaitee lost the rings an hour and a half earlier, the water in that area was already way over my head. Searching right then was physically impossible.

I gave Brett the honest reality of the situation: our absolute best bet was to wait for the morning low tide. I told him I could be on the beach by ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ to follow the receding water out.

But I also had a major concern. Because Kaitee was already deep out in the water when the rings slipped off, and with the rough ocean waves pounding the shore, I wasn’t sure if the morning tide would recede far enough for me to safely reach the spot.

Still, we had no choice but to try. We agreed on the plan: meet at ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, chase the tide out, and hunt as much beach real estate as humanly possible. ๐Ÿค

To make sure we didn’t waste a single second of precious low-tide time, I pulled up a satellite map. I marked up an aerial view of Footbridge Beach and sent it over to Brett. He looked it over and confirmed the exact grid section we needed to target. Now, we had a localized game plan. All we could do was wait for morning. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž โณ

The next morning, Gary Hill and I arrived early at ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ

. Knowing we had a massive area of beach real estate to cover, we wanted to get a serious jumpstart before the tide fully bottomed out. Brett was scheduled to meet up with us around ๐Ÿ•:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, but there was no time to waste. It was time to get going!

Gary and I decided to divide and conquer to max out our chances. Using the beach access path way up on the shore as our central halfway point, we split the area in two.

Gary took the north side, executing a tight grid search 100 feet to the north of the path, parallel with the water. I took the south side, mirroring his 100-foot grid search to the south of the path.

Our strategy was simple: start closer to the shore on the wet sand and tightly follow the tide as it receded, fully prepared to grid right into the surf if the conditions stayed safe. With our detectors fired up and our scoops ready, we began swinging. ๐Ÿ”

The beach itself was very clean of targets. We dug a coin here and an aluminum pull tab there, but as our first hour on the sand came to a close, the rings remained elusive.

Around 7:30 AM, Brett arrived on scene. We paused to bring him up to speed on our progress. Looking out at our patterns, he confirmed we were spot on for the location. Our 100-foot grid lines to the north and south had the primary target area completely covered.

With the plan validated, Gary and I fired our machines back up and returned to the grid. Brett stayed close by, visually scanning the shifting sand along the moving tide line.

A few hours later, we finally approached dead low tide. The window of opportunity was shrinking, and despite our best efforts, the rings had still not been recovered.

Desperate to reach the deeper drop zone, I stepped directly into the churning ocean surf. Unfortunately, the sea wasn’t making it easy. The rough, pounding waves made it incredibly dangerous to push too far out. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’ฅ

With Brett looking on anxiously from the shore, Gary and I pushed as hard as we safely could, but the water simply wouldn’t let us get past knee-deep. Realizing we were out of beach real estate and at the mercy of the conditions, we had no choice but to call the search.

๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ’”

Brett was deeply disappointed, and honestly, so were we. Gary and I carry this kind of disappointment hard. When something precious is lost to the endless moving energy of the ocean, there are simply no guarantees. We give every single hunt everything we have, but sometimes, heartbreak is the outcomeโ€”temporarily anyways.

I broke down the reality of the situation for Brett before we left. I let him know that Gary and I would absolutely come back to search again, but we were fighting the upcoming tide cycles. Over the next few days, both the high and low tides were going to be higher up towards the shore. We simply wouldn’t be able to get out as far as Kaitee had been standing.

Our next real window would be a week or so later when the negative tides arrived. Those ultra-low tides would expose much more of the beach and give us the access we needed. ๐Ÿ“‰

Brett was very dejected, but I gave him my word that we weren’t giving up. I promised him we would be back, and reassured him that heavy rings generally don’t move very far on the ocean floor unless a major storm hits the coast and makes the surf much rougher than it already was. I reminded him that we have successfully made recoveries many, many days after a ring went missing.

I promised Brett I would contact him directly before we headed out for our next attempt. The three of us walked off the beach togetherโ€”down, but definitely not out. ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ฑ

True to my word, a week later, the tide charts lined up perfectly. I fired off a text message to Brett:

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’•, ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’“๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’…๐’ˆ๐’†, ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• 5:00๐’‚๐’Ž. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’†, ๐’‚๐’• -0.9. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’–๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’”๐’•. ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’˜๐’๐’š ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’–๐’‘๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’….”

Brett fired right back with a text that read, “๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰!!” ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I arrived in Ogunquit pre-dawn the next morning and immediately got down to business. It had been ๐Ÿ– ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ

since our first attempt, and ๐Ÿ— ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ since Kaitee’s rings had vanished into the sea.

The ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž -๐ŸŽ.๐Ÿ— ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž opened up an incredible amount of the ocean floor. It was finally time to put the coils to the sand! ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿค 

We tightly followed the receding waterline, sweeping carefully. For the first stretch, it was just the usual beach trash and a few more scattered coins. But we kept our focus.

After about 50 minutes of searching, my detector let out a very low, solid tone. I didn’t hesitate. I scooped up a heavy load of wet sand and threw it up onto the beach to sift through it. ๐Ÿ›ก

๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„?! ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿšจ

I stared down at it. I could instantly see the diamonds flashingโ€”it was the wedding and engagement rings, beautifully soldered together, exactly as Brett had described.

๐–๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐“๐„๐„’๐’ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†๐’! ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‰

Ring hunting AFTER nine days in the relentless Atlantic Ocean, and there it was. Gary and I immediately traded high-fives and burst into those huge, stress-releasing laughs that only happen when a high-stakes hunt finally pays off.

Instead of a standard text message, I decided to show him. I pulled out my phone and recorded a video. I started by showing him the vast expanse of beach we had been gridding, and then I slowly panned the camera down to the rings, still resting perfectly in the wet sand. ๐ŸŽฌ

๐‘พ๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•?”ย  I said into the camera. “๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š. ๐‘จ๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’.”

I hit send. Because it wasn’t even 6:00 AM yet, I knew it might take some time for him to wake up and see it. But we didn’t sit around waiting. With a rare negative low tide like this, you just never know what else might be hidden in the sand, so Gary and I kept right on metal detecting to make the most of the morning.

๐€๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž โœจ๐Ÿฅ‚

Sure enough, about an hour later, my phone lit up. โšก๏ธ

Brett and Kaitee were both on the line, and they were completely in shock to wake up to the unbelievable news. They were over-the-moon happy and bursting with excitement, thanking Gary and me from the very bottom of their hearts. ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ

Then, Kaitee dropped one more mind-blowing piece of information on me. She realized that the exact day we found her rings happened to be the ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž! Talk about a true anniversary miracle!

Standing out there on the beach, Gary and I were just beaming. Hearing the pure joy and relief in their voices is exactly why we do this. Bringing that kind of closure to people is simply the best feeling in the world.

Because Brett and Kaitee live three states away in Connecticut, they had already headed back home from vacation. But as luck would have it, Kaiteeโ€™s friend and co-worker, Erica, was currently vacationing just down the coast in York Beach, Maine!

We quickly coordinated a plan, and Erica and her family drove up to my house in Saco, Maineย  to pick up the precious rings. When they arrived, we all talked about just how completely improbable this whole story really was.

After Erica left to safely escort the rings back to Connecticut, I received a wonderful message from her: ๐Ÿ’ฌ

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’” ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’”! ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– & ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’”! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‹๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’…๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’๐’“ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’†๐’˜ ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’”!ย  ๐Ÿ˜‚

I couldn’t help but smile and replied:

“๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’™๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘น๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’๐’ โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™”

A few days later, I received a beautiful family photo from Kaitee with her rings finally right back where they belong, resting safely on her finger. ๐Ÿ“ธ

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ. ๐Ÿค

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐’๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐๐„ ๐Ÿšจ

Have you lost your wedding ring, keys, or valuable jewelry at the beach, in the grass, or on your property? Don’t waitโ€”time is of the essence when dealing with shifting sands and tides! Call right away to get experienced metal detecting professionals on the job.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž: ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

Newlyweds Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Kennebunkport, Maine Surf, Found With A Metal Detector On Goose Rocks Beach

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐•๐„ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘‡ (๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ!)

Gary Hill and I were driving home from West Bethel Maine, feeling a bit let down. We had just spent hours searching the Androscoggin River for a lost engagement ring, but unfortunately, we came up empty-handed.

Just as we were processing the tough search, my phone rang.

On the other end was Ellen. ๐Ÿ“ž

As a loyal follower of ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž, Ellen knew exactly who to call when disaster struck! She was calling from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, in Kennebunkport Maine and she was in a panic. She was there with her family, and her son-in-law, Vincent, had just lost his wedding ring in the ocean.

Ellen explained that Vincent had walked down to the water line to wash his hands. As the water swirled around him, the unthinkable happenedโ€”his wedding ring slipped right off his finger and vanished into the shallow surf. ๐ŸŒŠ

The family scrambled. A frantic search ensued.

But as we all know, once a ring disappears into the moving surf and shifting sand, you have a better chance of being struck by lightning than finding it with the naked eye. The rolling ocean hides secrets fast. โšก

But then, Vincent did something incredible.

Instead of panicking and pacing around, ๐•๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐Ÿง โœจ

He looked around, grabbed a large stick, and jammed it into the ocean floorโ€”exactly where he was standing when the ring came off.

A brilliant, textbook move! ๐Ÿ“

I told Ellen we were just over an hour away from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก in Kennebunkport Mainet. Without hesitation, Gary and I made a quick decision. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐ŸŽ๏ธ

We completely skipped our original plan of heading home. We pointed ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž toward Kennebunkport Maine, told her we’d be there ASAP, and stepped on the gas.

When a ring is lost in the ocean, every single minute counts before the tide changes and swallows it forever! โฐ๐ŸŒŠ

When Gary and I arrived in Kennebunkport, we were promptly met by Vincent up at the house. He walked us down to the beach where his wife, mother-in-law, and the rest of the family were still trying their best to enjoy the day despite the stress. ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

As we stepped onto the sand, the first thing I noticed was that the tide had receded way out.

And there, standing completely exposed, was that large stickโ€”shooting straight up toward the sky! ๐Ÿชตโœจ

It marked the exact spot where Vincent had been standing in the water when his ring came off.

OUTSTANDING!!! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

Because the tide went out, what was once a search in the rolling surf was now sitting on dry, damp sand. Vincent’s brilliant move just turned a needle-in-a-haystack ocean search into a highly target-rich environment. ๐ŸŽฏ

Gary fired up his ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž and immediately started grid searching the north side of the pole. ๐Ÿฆพโšก

Thinking this was going to be a super quick recovery, I decided to lay low. I pulled out my phone, hoping to capture Gary on video making the ultimate save for the family. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

But the ocean sand always has a way of keeping you humble.

After five minutes of intensive sweeping on the north side… absolutely nothing. No ring. ๐Ÿ›‘

I knew we couldn’t keep Vincent and his family in limbo any longer. I looked at Gary and told him I was jumping in. I would start grid searching the southern side of the stick, while Gary continued his grid search on the northern side. ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Another five minutes passed as Gary and I grid searched our way around the stick.

Suddenly, my detector hit a target. I received a very loud, low tone. I immediately knew that beautiful soundโ€”it was the unmistakable signal of gold! ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ‘‘

I quickly alerted Vincent and Gary of the budding development. Wanting to make sure we captured the magic on camera, I asked Gary to dig it up so I could film it. Vincent also pulled out his phone, filming the recovery alongside me. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

On Garyโ€™s second scoop of sand, the ocean finally gave up its treasure. I saw the ring tumble right out of the wet sand.

“I see it! Don’t touch it! There it is right there!” I exclaimed. ๐Ÿ˜ฎโœจ

(๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’, ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™-๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘!) ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ“ธ

Vincent came right over, a massive smile lighting up his face.

“๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,” he said. And then, once again, “๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,”

Wow. Hearing it twice like that had Gary and me not only smiling, but actually blushing! ๐Ÿ˜Š

The rest of the family quickly came down to witness the moment as Vincent picked his ring out of the sand. Pure happiness, bright smiles, and joyful laughter immediately took over the beach.

As we stood there celebrating, Vincentโ€™s wife, Samantha (Sam), shared something with us that gave me actual goosebumps down the back of my neck. ๐Ÿฅถโœจ

She told us that she and Vincent had only been married for six months, and his ring was still a little bit loose. But here is the incredible part: after Vincent lost his wedding band in the water, Sam found a random rubber ring sitting up on the beach.

She took it as a direct sign from her late fatherโ€”a message sent from above to tell her that everything would be completely fine and that he was watching over them. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

This actually isn’t the first time this summer that a father watching from above sent a clear sign right before a husband’s wedding ring was found.

๐Ÿ‘‡๐ƒ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ: ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฏ๐ž? ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ™โœจ

Sam also shared that Goose Rocks Beach is a massive part of their lives. In fact, the exact spot where the family sets up their beach camp is the very same spot where Vincent proposed to Sam, and she said “YES!” ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ

It is absolutely incredible how much of their life together has already unfolded right there on that exact patch of sand.

With another ring safely back on the finger where it belongs, Gary and I walked off the beach, once again feeling deeply proud that we could help someone and put smiles back on everyone’s faces. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ‘ฃ

Later that evening, my phone lit up with a text from Vincent:

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’•! -๐‘ฝ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’š & ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’Ž” ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ!

๐Ÿšจ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐€๐๐ˆ๐‚! ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐”๐’ ๐€๐’๐€๐! ๐Ÿšจ

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, or valuable item, don’t wait for the tide or weather to change! Call 207-423-3027 ASAP and ask for Dennis. ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’จ

๐Ÿ’ก๐ƒ๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐’’๐’ ๐๐‘๐Ž-๐“๐ˆ๐ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐€ ๐’๐”๐‚๐‚๐„๐’๐’๐…๐”๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜:

If you drop something, follow Vincent’s lead! ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐šย  Stick a pole in the sand like Vincent did, drop a pin on your phone’s map to save the ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, or take ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ looking back toward the beach entrance or houses. These quick actions give us a perfect starting point and drastically increase the chances of getting your lost item back! ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ธ

Handmade Sterling Silver Dartmouth College Ring Lost At Goose Rocks Beach, Kennebunkport, Maine, Found In The Sand With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

FROM A DARTMOUTH COLLEGE CLASSROOM TO THE SANDS OF GOOSE ROCKS BEACH: THE JOURNEY OF A HANDMADE RING! ๐ŸŸข

๐Ÿ’While attending Dartmouth College, Rhys took a jewelry-making class and spent hours hand-crafting a heavy, chunky sterling silver ring, detailed with a circle of vibrant green gemstones. From campus, the ring traveled home with him to California, and finally, to Maine for a family vacation at Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport Maine.

Two days ago, Rhys was relaxing on his beach blanket when he started fidgeting with his ring. Suddenly… it vanished into the sand. ๐Ÿ–๏ธโŒ

Immediately, Rhys and several helpful beachgoers jumped into action, frantically searching the area. But after hours of brushing through the sand, the ring remained elusive.

That night, Rhys cooked up a brand-new strategy. The next morning, he returned to the exact spot armed with an essential kitchen tool: a colander! ๐Ÿ Rhys spent a full, exhausting day scooping up heavy beach sand and sifting it out, hoping his handmade masterpiece would appear. Total result? Still missing.

By the next morning, Rhys was right back at it. His pile of sifted sand was getting massive, but by Day 2, the ring was still gone. Being from California, Rhys and his family had no idea a service like ours existed. Thankfully, a friend heard about his predicament and told Rhys he needed to drop the kitchen strainer and call me immediately! ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’ฅ

When Rhys reached out, I was actually down in York Beach, Maine finishing up a search at Short Sands Beach. I let him know I’d be on my way just as soon as I wrapped things up. True to my word, within an hour of his call, I was heading north to Kennebunkport Maine! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

Once I arrived at Goose Rocks Beach, parking was a nightmare as usual. But the beach gods were smiling, and I managed to snag a spot just a short walk from where Rhys and his missing ring were. Gear in hand, I made my way onto the sand where I was met by Rhys and his father, Brad.

They immediately took me to the location. I knew it had to be the correct spot because I saw the kitchen colander resting right next to a beach blanket. Rhys had smartly covered the suspected area with the blanket so no one would accidentally disturb the sand. Brilliant thinking! ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ’ก

I set my boundary guidelines with Rhys, fired up the detector, and the search officially began. With a completely clear grid and no obstacles, it didn’t take long. In fact, within just 90 seconds, my machine screamed with a crisp, low-high tone. A possible silver ring?

As I ran my coil back over the area, I saw the undeniable outline of a ring in the sand. I reached down, plucked it out, and held it up!

๐ŸŽ‰ “WOW!!!” “OH MY GOD!!!” ๐ŸŽ‰

The beach erupted with cheering and clapping! Brad had his camera rolling to catch the whole thing. I heard Rhys say, “That went far!”

Amazingly, what two days of visual searching and kitchen colander sifting couldn’t locate, my metal detector found in under a minute and a half. The ring was actually hiding 8 to 10 feet away from where they thought they lost it! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿคฏ

Did the ring get moved while they were searching? This is exactly why we tell clients not to disturb the area. When you think about it, if they had kept sifting, the ring could have easily ended up trapped directly under his giant pile of discarded sandโ€”buried way too deep for a detector to find.

After the hugs, handshakes, and goodbyes, I wished Rhys a great year at school. With a huge smile on his face and his custom ring securely back on his finger, he replied, “I will now.” ๐Ÿฅน๐ŸŸข

I have the best job in the world. I love my job! It’s always a great day when we can put “another ring back on the finger.”

Remember: “If it matters to you, it matters to us.” โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’

๐Ÿ“Œ LOST SOMETHING IRREPLACEABLE?

Don’t wait and don’t disturb the sandโ€”call us right away!

๐Ÿ“ž Call/Text: 207-423-3027๐Ÿš— Service Areas: Covering all of Maine and surrounding coastal areas.

Gold and Diamond Wedding Ring Lost In The Drakes Island Beach Sand, Found With A Metal Detector In Wells, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ-๐’๐„๐‚๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐€๐‹๐„๐‘๐“! ๐Ÿšจ

“Hi there! I believe I lost my wedding ring on Drakes Island Beach today and heard about your services. Are you available?”

With that incoming 6:46 PM text, the clock instantly started ticking. A frantic search for a lost ring was officially underway! โฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐Ÿ“ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐€๐‚๐„ ๐€๐†๐€๐ˆ๐๐’๐“ ๐ƒ๐€๐‘๐Š๐„๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐„๐’

Because it was now almost 7:00 PM and daylight would soon be a distant memory, I knew there wasnโ€™t a single second to waste. Instead of typing out a reply, I immediately called the number back. When time is working against you and the dark is rolling in, calling the client directly will always expedite the process much faster.

When the call went through, I identified myself and “Molly” thanked me for getting back to her so quickly. Molly explained that she and a group of family and friends had spent the day at Drakes Island Beach in Wells, Maine. Once the group finally packed up, left the beach, and Molly arrived home, she looked down and noticed her wedding ring was missing.

๐Ÿช‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐‚๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐‘ ๐“๐‘๐€๐

Molly explained she had taken her wedding ring off at the beach to apply lotion. Wanting to keep it safe, she had placed the ring into the cupholder of her beach chair.

We all know this story too well, don’t we? And we all know exactly what happened next. Molly forgot about the ring, picked up the chair, flipped it over to carry it, and walked off the beach! ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ ๐“๐‡๐„ “๐Ž๐”๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐Ž๐–๐” ๐‚๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹๐„๐๐†๐„

She was incredibly stressed, but I reassured her that if it was dropped right where they were sitting, there was a great chance we could track it down. I hung up, quickly loaded my gear into the vehicle, and prepared to head out. But first, I needed a plan to find the exact location on an empty beach in the dark.

I asked Molly if she would be able to meet me down there to point out the grid area. Unfortunately, she was already at an out-of-town event and couldn’t make it back. Thinking fast, I told her I would send over an aerial satellite view of the beach and have her mark up the rough area where they had set up. She agreed, and within minutes, I had my map marked with the target zone.

๐Ÿ’Ž ๐’๐Œ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐„๐€๐•๐˜ ๐“๐‘๐€๐…๐…๐ˆ๐‚

Before heading out, I asked one more critical question: “What metal is the ring made of?”

“Gold, with diamonds,” she replied. Knowing it was a small woman’s ring meant it wasn’t going to be a massive, booming gold signal. It was going to be a delicate, low-to-mid conductor on the machine, meaning I would need to listen very closely to the faint, crisp tones to avoid missing it in the sand.

I told Molly that because of the heavy summer traffic, it usually takes me about 35 to 40 minutes to get down to Drakes Island Beach. I promised to leave immediately and told her that once I arrived, I would take a few photos of the beachfront house she had mentioned they were set up in front of to confirm we were looking at the right spot.

As any experienced detectorist knows, it is always best to have the client show you personally where they had set up. I have been on far too many searches where the client isn’t available, only to find out later that they sent me to the completely wrong section of the beach. Let’s be honestโ€”in the dark, or even the daylight, beaches all look the same, right? ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐ŸŽฏ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐’๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐Œ๐„๐ƒ, ๐‚๐Ž๐ˆ๐‹ ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ

With the house description in mind, Molly’s marked-up map on my phone, and the knowledge that I was looking for a small, delicate gold ring, Cheryl and I hit the summer traffic and made our way down to Wells.

Once Cheryl and I arrived, dusk was settling in, but there were still a few lingering beachgoers enjoying the late evening air. I quickly scanned the coastline and spotted the house Molly had described. To ensure we didn’t waste a single swing on a false lead, I snapped a few photos of the property and sent them over to her. Molly replied almost instantly, confirming that it was, in fact, the exact house they had set up in front of.

With the location locked in, the correct beach zone verified, and the daylight almost entirely gone, it was time to turn on the machine and start the grid search for that small gold ring.

My game plan was to start at the southern end of my grid area and work my way north, parallel to the Atlantic Ocean. I would search the entire width of the house footprint and then head back south from where I had started. If I wasn’t able to locate the ring there, I would then expand outward.

โšก ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐ ๐”๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ ๐’๐„๐‚๐Ž๐๐ƒ๐’!

On my first grid pass heading north, I found nothing but a few pieces of aluminum trash. I turned around and headed back south. Just a few steps into the return pass, a loud, clear, low tone rang through my headphones. As I swept my coil back over the target, I looked down and could actually see the outline of a small gold ring with stones sitting right there in the sand.

๐–๐Ž๐–!!! I had found Molly’s wedding ring in under 60 seconds of actual search time! Molly had put me spot-on the exact location and it paid off ๐๐ˆ๐† ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„!!! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ฅ

I brushed off the sand, took a few photos of the beautiful ring, and texted them over to Molly to share the good news. She replied almost immediately: “Yes! Thatโ€™s it. Thank you so much. Incredible โœจโœจโœจ”

๐Ÿค ๐๐‘๐Ž๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‘๐„๐๐”๐“๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐

I then asked Molly if we could meet up somewhere so I could safely return the ring to her. Because she was still stuck out of town at her event, she told me, “You can just leave it on the porch doormat.”

As a professional, that just didn’t sit right with me. I replied, “I really donโ€™t want to leave it. My reputation is everything, and if by some chance it goes missing, I would just feel terrible. I can drive it back down to you tomorrow sometime if you like if youโ€™d rather not have me come out to Kennebunkport, but Kennebunkport really is on my way home. Itโ€™s not a problem.”

Molly texted back, “Are you sure? Weโ€™re in a super safe neighborhood! You can totally just leave it at the doormat.”

Understanding my perspective, Molly then suggested an alternative option: leaving it with her friend Becca, who had been at the beach with them earlier in the day. Becca lived right on Drakes Island, meaning Molly would easily be able to pick her wedding ring up from her the next day.

Perfect. I received Becca’s address, and Cheryl and I drove it right over in the pitch-dark. Although I wasn’t able to meet Molly in person, Cheryl and I left Becca’s house smiling once again. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿš˜

A short while later, I received one final text from Molly that made the whole rush worth it:

“๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐’๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž ๐Œ๐”๐‚๐‡ .๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’–!!! ๐‘พ๐’๐’˜ ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’›๐’†๐’…”

We truly have the best job in the world, and we love what we do.

Remember, “๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐‘ผ๐’”.” โค๏ธ

๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“!

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Gold And Diamond Wedding Ring Lost In The Atlantic Ocean Water, Found With A Metal Detector, in Camp Ellis, Saco, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

ย ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐€ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”-๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐–๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐„๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ

“๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ…”

That was the emergency text that came in from Mike. He was down at Camp Ellis Beach, playing catch with a football in the surf the afternoon before when his ring slipped off into the ocean.

When Mike messaged me, he was already back at the beach, frustrated and stressed. As a Ring Finder, I know that time and tides wait for no one. I immediately asked Mike what exact time the ring was lost so I could calculate the tides. It was lost between 3:00 and 4:00 PM the day before. Looking at the clock, I knew right then: ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง.

I told Mike to save me a parking spot on Pearl Ave. Cheryl and I grabbed our gear, jumped in the truck, and headed straight out. Camp Ellis is just about four miles down Ferry Road from our home, so we pulled up to the beach in less than 15 minutes. When it comes to recoveries in the surf, every minute counts.

I grabbed my gear and headed onto the sand. As I arrived, a local detectorist told me that he had already been searching for two hours but wasn’t able to find it. He also mentioned he hadn’t searched the water or the wet sand. I thought to myself, โ€œOk then.โ€ My first instinct was that the diamond wedding ring was lost in up to two feet of water, and that is exactly where I was heading.

Mike and his family noticed our arrival and flagged us down. He walked me through the exact events of the previous day and pointed out the small, specific area where they had been throwing the football.

Then, Mike told me something that broke my heart. He said that when he lost the ring, he was so completely devastated that he just wanted to call the remainder of their vacation off right then and go home to Massachusetts. His wedding ring meant everything to him. He couldnโ€™t stand the thought of being on the beach, knowing his ring was buried under the water and sand, assuming he would probably never see it again.

Once I heard that, I looked at him and told him I would do everything humanly possible to find his extremely sentimental wedding ring. I explained the game plan to the family: with the tide already turning and starting to come back in, I would start right at the water’s edge, work my way south for about 25 feet, turn around, and head back northโ€”slowly and meticulously gridding the entire area.

I turned on my detector and thought: ๐‘ถ๐’Œ, ๐’๐’†๐’•’๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐‘ด๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†’๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.

I took exactly two steps into the wet sand and water when my headphones lit up. I had my very first target. It was a beautiful, loud, low tone registering a ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ” ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ˆ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐“๐ˆ๐ƒ) ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž. The machine was telling me that whatever was down there was shallowโ€”just 0 to 2 inches beneath the surface.

I dug a quick scoop of the sand, threw it just outside the reach of the incoming water, and looked down. Shining right back at me was ๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐„’๐’ ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐Œ๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†!

๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‡๐€๐•๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐“ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„!!!!

Having just left Mike’s side less than a minute earlier, I knew how completely heartbroken he was, and I wasn’t going to make him wait another single second. I looked back up at the family, waved them down, and shouted: “๐Œ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ .”

Mike and his family came running right down to me at the water’s edge, and an immediate wave of hugs, handshakes, and thank you’s ensued. You could visually see the heavy knot in Mike’s stomach and the crushing worry in his mind completely vanish in an instant.

๐€๐ง ๐”๐ง๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐”๐ฉ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž:

A week or so after the recovery, I received a text from Mike that reminded me exactly why Cheryl and I do this.

He wrote:

ย “๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’”๐’†๐’„๐’๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’š. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’†’๐’” ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’”๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š๐’”. ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’™ ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰! ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’—๐’† ๐’Š๐’•!!!!”

I told him there was no better feeling than being able to help others get their lost history back. For me, it was all in a day’s work. Based on how he described losing it, I knew the ring would be in the shallow surf. Since the waves were minor, rings don’t move muchโ€”so I trusted my gut and went straight for that spot.

Mike replied: “๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’–๐’• ๐’—๐’‚๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’“๐’•. ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†โ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’๐’†๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’›๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’š๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’๐’.”

Vacation saved. 26 years of marriage history restored. This is exactly why we do what we do at The Ring Finders of Maine!ย 

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, phone, or jewelryโ€”don’t wait, and don’t try to sift the sand yourself. Time is of the essence. Call Dennis at The Ring Finders of Maine: 207-423-3027

ย We love a happy ending!

Sterling Silver Navajo Wedding Ring Lost in The Water Of Crystal Lake, Found With A Metal Detector In Gray, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

COINCIDENCE, MEANT TO BE, OR NAVAJO SPIRIT? ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ’โœจย 

As Gary Hill and I were just finishing up with recovering Matt’s wedding ring from Tripp Lake in Poland, Maine, my phone rang.

The caller identified himself as Jack. He was visiting Maine on vacation all the way from Utah! ๐ŸŒฒโœˆ๏ธ

The previous day, Jack and his wife were enjoying a hot summer day floating around Crystal Lake in Gray, Maine, right in front of their rented lakeside house. Jack told me he had taken his wedding ring off and placed it safely in his pocket while floating around. He was worried that all the paddling around with his hands in the water would make it slip off.

But when he exited the lake, his worst nightmare came true: the wedding ring was no longer in his pocket. ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

Jack told me he had been wearing that ring for over 20 years. He was absolutely heartbroken and desperately hoping we could help.

I asked Jack what metal the ring was made of. He told me it was sterling silver with turquoiseโ€”a traditional Navajo-style wedding ring. Wow! Very cool, and incredibly unique for us to find here in Maine! I learned that these traditional Navajo rings are deeply popular in Utah, Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and the Southwest in general. ๐ŸŒตโ˜€๏ธ

I smiled and told Jack that he was in major luck. Gary and I were literally just 7 to 8 miles away at Tripp Lake, and we could be at his rental in less than 10 minutes! ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ’จ

Thatโ€™s when the story took a wild turn. ๐Ÿคฏ

Jack told me he wasn’t even at the lake houseโ€”he was currently down in Portsmouth, New Hampshire visiting his sister! He had been venting to her about losing his precious ring, and his sister looked at him and said, “You need to call The Ring Finders of Maine right now.”

As it turns out, his sister had just read a newspaper article about us and all the success weโ€™ve been having! ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ™Œ

Think about the sheer luck of this: Jack is from Utah and had never heard of us. He loses a rare Southwestern ring in a Maine lake. He goes to New Hampshire to tell his sister, who just happens to have read an article about our recoveries. He calls us, and we are practically right down the street wrapping up another successful rescue!

Jack immediately called his wife at the lake house to let her know we were on the way. Gary and I threw our gear into The Ring Finder Mobile and took off. โšก๏ธ

THE SEARCH BEGINS… ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”

True to our word, Gary and I arrived just 10 minutes later at the lake house in Gray. We were met by Jack’s wife, Karen. She took us down to the water, where she and her friend were sitting and enjoying the afternoon, looking out over beautiful Crystal Lake.

Karen showed us the search area, and Gary and I had to smile. We had just left a massive 15,000โ€“18,000 square foot search area at Tripp Lake, and now we were looking at a tiny 30′ x 50′ zoneโ€”only about 1,500 square feet! ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ™Œ

Karen explained that they were literally just floating around right in front of the house and hadn’t gone much past the dock. ๐Ÿชต

Alright then, letโ€™s get our gear and find this very sentimental Navajo wedding ring! ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ

We mapped out our battle plan: Gary’s Mission: Start grid-searching the shallow shore water and systematically work his way out deeper into the lake. ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 

My Mission: Walk out as deep as I could safely search, then grid my way back in toward the shore and Gary. ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 

With two detectors swinging and a perfect pincer movement, we were determined to find it. ๐Ÿคž๐ŸŒŠย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 

With Gary starting at the shoreline near the dock, I headed out to the deeper water in front of it. We worked in perfect unison, heading north and then turning to head south.

As I got just past the dock, I was reaching my absolute depth limit. With every step, I was sinking down about six inches into the heavy muck. I wouldn’t be able to go much furtherโ€”safely, anyways. One or two more steps out into the dark, murky water, and that would have been it. ๐ŸŒŠ

At that exact point, my detector screamed. My very first signal. ๐Ÿ”Š

I scooped up a heavy load of muck and decaying vegetation, lifting it up to throw into my floating sifter. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right there in the middle of the muck, I saw just a sliver of silver and blue.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Not even three minutes into the hunt, on my absolute first target, I found Jack’s Navajo wedding ring! I yelled up to Karen on the shore, asking if the stones were blue turquoise. She yelled back, “YES!”

MEANT TO BE! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’™

Once I got up on shore, Karen and her friend were in absolute shock. They couldn’t believe we found it, and they definitely couldn’t believe we found it so fast! ๐Ÿคฏ

Gary and I left a very happy, appreciative, smiling Karenโ€”but not before we got our celebratory hugs! ๐Ÿค—โœจ

Unfortunately, I never was able to meet Jack in person, but I called him up right there from the shoreline to deliver the good news. He was completely speechless and in absolute shock! He thanked me from the bottom of his heart for saving a piece of history he thought was gone forever. ๐Ÿฅนโค๏ธ

Well, a little luck goes a long way, and everything about this search came together perfectly:

Jack’s sister just happening to read that newspaper article about our success.

Gary and I being a mere 10 minutes away.

Going from a massive search area to a tight 1,500 square foot spot.

And the biggest miracle of all: the ring was right at my depth limit. If it had been just one or two steps further out, I wouldn’t have been able to safely reach it! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿšซ

A NAVAJO BLESSING IN MAINE? ๐Ÿฆ…โœจ

As I held that beautiful ring, I couldn’t help but wonder. This ring spent over 20 years on Jackโ€™s finger, crafted in a tradition steeped in deep connection, intention, and meaning. Turquoise is known as a stone of protection and a bringer of good fortune.

To have it slip away in a dark Maine lake, only for a chain of unexplainable events to bring us right to it in under three minutes… you have to wonder if a higher energy was at work. It felt less like simple luck and more like a protective blessing guiding my scoop right to the exact spot.

WHAT A DAY! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ

As Gary and I were driving home to Saco, Maine, we rehashed the wild timeline of our day.

We had left Saco at 5:45 AM and headed straight to Footbridge Beach , in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea for an unsuccessful search (at least for that dayโ€”more on that story in the future!). From there, we headed to Tripp Lake in Poland, Maine, then over to Crystal Lake in Gray, Maine.

By the time we finally pulled back into Saco, it was 2:45 PM. What a day! 9 hours on the clock and 140 miles driven, but most importantly: two more wedding rings are back on their owners’ fingers. ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐Ÿ’

We love our job. We truly have the best job in the world!

ย If it matters to you, it matters to us. ๐Ÿฆ…โค๏ธ

THE ULTIMATE THANK YOU โœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‡

The very next day, I received this incredible text from Jack that truly made the whole journey worth it:

“Hi Dennis, I canโ€™t thank you enough for finding my ring yesterday. That ring meant a lot to me and I couldโ€™ve bought a new one, but it wouldnโ€™t have been the same. You guys are incredible! The timing was unbelievable, because my sister saw the article in the paper just two days ago, and without that, we would never have known anything about you. Itโ€™s a miracle! Thank you so much, Jack H.”

๐Ÿ’ฅ LOST SOMETHING PRECIOUS? TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Did you lose your wedding ring, keys, or family heirloom in the water, sand, or snow? Don’t wait! The sooner you call, the better the chances of recovery before things shift or sink deeper.

๐Ÿ“ž Call 207-423-3027 and ask for Dennis!

Let The Ring Finders of Maine bring your lost treasure home.

Gold Engagement Ring Lost In The Beach Sand, Found With A Metal Detector In Kennebunkport, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿ’ ๐Œ๐€๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐€ ๐๐„๐„-๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐€๐…๐„๐“๐˜!๐Ÿ

It was August 1st when the phone rang. On the line was Kaitlin, sounding completely anxious. Her sister, Kelly, had just lost her precious engagement ring somewhere on the beautiful, massive expanse of Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport Maine.

As a detectorist with ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž, I immediately went into investigative mode. ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ I started asking my usual checklist of questions to narrow down the search grid:

* Did she lose it in the water or the dry sand?

* Did she see or feel the ring slide off?

* Was there a specific area where she spent most of her time?

* What kind of metal is the ring made of? (I always bring a matching test ring to calibrate my detector and show the client exactly how it works!)

What Kaitlin told me next was a scenario I won’t soon forget! ๐Ÿคฏ

Earlier in the day, Kelly had been swimming, which naturally shrinks fingers. Later, while relaxing peacefully in her beach chair, a bee or hornet suddenly landed right on her! ๐ŸโŒ

Total panic set in. Kelly jumped up, took off running, and began wildly flailing her arms to swat the stinging threat away. She bolted around her family’s beach setup and ran toward the water until the bee was finally gone. ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ

It was only when she sat back down in her chair that her heart sankโ€”her engagement ring was gone. To make matters worse, her wedding was just two months away in October! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’

Kelly was fairly certain the ring was somewhere in the dry sand. But with her running in circles and flailing her arms, that ring could have flown off her finger in a 360-degree radius, landing anywhere up to 30 or 40 feet away! The search grid was going to be massive.

Kaitlin mentioned that the whole family was still out on the beach actively searching. I immediately gave her some crucial advice: “Please hold off on disturbing the area as much as possible! Whatever you do, don’t dig any holes.” When helpful searchers dig and refill holes, they can inadvertently bury a shallow ring too deep for a standard detector to scan. ๐Ÿ›‘โณ

At that exact moment, Cheryl and I were actually over on Mackworth Islandย  in Falmouth, Maine. We were in the middle of searching for a lost diamond stud earring. Unfortunately, that specific hunt turned up empty.

As soon as the earring search wrapped up an hour later, we packed up our gear. With all the wild details of the bee-panic engagement ring loss fresh in our minds, there was only one thing left to do: hit the road and get to Kennebunkport Maine as fast as possible! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

I called Kaitlin back to let her know we were about 45 minutes away. She told me her father would meet us at the beach access path to guide us directly to the spot. Sure enough, the moment Cheryl and I arrived, her dad was right there waiting for us. He escorted us straight down to the scene of the “bee incident.”

That is where we met Kelly. With her wedding coming up fast in October, the stress and anxiety coming from her were palpable. I knew we needed to find this ring, and fast. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’ช

Kelly pointed out exactly where her beach chair had been when the bee landed on her. Then, she walked me through her frantic flight path as she tried to escape it. At first glance, it didn’t look like a massive area. But knowing how far a ring can fly when someone is violently flailing their arms, the potential search zone could easily extend 40 feet on either side of that path.

I decided the smartest move was to start scanning the dry sand between their family beach setup and the nearby dune restoration project. As I looked around, two major worries crossed my mind. First, I prayed the ring hadn’t flown into the protected dune grass, which is strictly off-limits. Second, the beach was packed! There were crowds of people with towels, blankets, and beach bags lined up just past the high tide mark. If that ring took flight, it easily could have landed right on someone else’s towel or bounced straight into a stranger’s beach bag. ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐ŸŽ’

With the stakes higher than ever, it was time to turn on the detectors and start swinging.

I started with a tight grid search in the area behind their beach setup and right up to the edge of the dune grass. After about 30 minutes of careful sweeping, my detector picked up only a few stray coins and the usual beach trashโ€”but no engagement ring. ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ—‘๏ธ

Next, I moved into their beach canopy. I spent about 10 minutes checking inside, but the metal frame from the canopy makes a thorough search difficult because it interferes with the detector’s signals. It wasn’t a perfect sweep, but I knew I could always come back and try a different approach inside the canopy later in the evening if the primary search areas turned up empty.

Having now cleared the interior of the canopy, the north side, and the west side, it was time to change direction. I shifted my focus to the south side of the canopy and began working my way toward the front, closely tracing the path of her frantic flight to safety. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿค”

Almost immediately, my headphones lit up with that beautiful, low tone I was hoping to hear! ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽ‰

I pulled out my handheld pinpointer to narrow down the target, then carefully brushed through the soft sand with my hand. I felt the familiar shape of a ring. Before I even had it pulled completely out of the sand, Kelly and Kaitlin caught sight of it and started jumping up and down in pure joy! ๐Ÿ’ƒโœจ

Their father and other family members erupted into applause, and the cheering and excitement instantly spread to nearby beachgoers who had been watching the drama unfold. It was an absolutely fantastic moment, seeing so much happiness wash over everyone on that beach! ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ‘

Kelly and Kaitlin immediately rushed over to give me giant hugs, followed by a firm, grateful handshake from their father as the cheers continued. Kelly couldn’t stop thanking me, flashing one of the biggest, best smiles I have ever seen. ๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธ

As Cheryl and I packed up and walked away, I was floating on cloud nine. Helping Kelly recover her engagement ring just weeks before her big October wedding is exactly why we love doing this work. There is no better feeling in the entire world. I truly have the best job, and I love what I do!

“๐‘น๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“, ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’Š๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’–๐’”.” ๐Ÿ™Œโœจ

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„๐’? ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐’๐’๐„๐๐‚๐„! ๐Ÿšจ

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, or jewelry on the beach, ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐†!

ย Stop what you are doing and call Dennis at ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž right away at ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•.ย 

The sooner you call, the faster we can get you your own happy ending!

GOLD STUD EARRING LOST IN THE GRASS, FOUND IN SCARBOROUGH, MAINE WITH A METAL DETECTOR

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒŸ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐Œ๐๐Ž๐’๐’๐ˆ๐๐‹๐„ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜: Handcrafted Treasure Saved! ๐Ÿ’โœจ

On July 15th, I got a heartbreaking call from Emily, a local real estate agent. ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ
The night before, she was playing volleyball at Memorial Park in Scarborough, Maine. ๐Ÿ

๐Ÿ“ Side note: This park is so nostalgic for meโ€”itโ€™s the site of the old Portland Twin Drive-In Theatre! ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿฟ

During a big play at the net, Emily jumped high and brushed against the mesh. ๐Ÿฅ…

In a split second, her custom earring slipped out and vanished into the thick grass. ๐ŸŒฟ

Emily and her friends searched on their hands and knees but found absolutely nothing. ๐ŸŒพ

This wasnโ€™t just any jewelry. Emily used to be a professional jeweler. ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ

She had designed and handcrafted this specific gold earring herself. ๐ŸŽจ

She left the park completely devastated. ๐Ÿ˜ž

๐Ÿ” ๐–๐‡๐˜ ๐’๐“๐”๐ƒ ๐„๐€๐‘๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†๐’ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐“โ€™๐’ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐Œ๐€๐‘๐„:

Most people think metal detectors find jewelry instantly. ๐Ÿช™

But tiny stud earrings are the ultimate test of skill and gear. ๐ŸŽ›๏ธ

They contain an incredibly minute amount of precious metal. ๐Ÿค

When they fall into thick grass, they rarely lay flat. ๐ŸŒฑ

Standard detecting programs look for round, dense targets like coins or thick wedding bands. ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’

A vertical, microscopic gold post has an electromagnetic footprint that is almost non-existent. ๐Ÿ“‰

Standard factory programs will simply ignore it or filter it out as ground noise. ๐Ÿ”‡

To give us a fighting chance, I swapped to my agile 8″ coil. ๐Ÿ”„

I booted up the Minelab Manticore’s specialized “Gold Field” program. ๐Ÿ‘‘

This mode is engineered to sniff out tiny, low-conductive gold that other detectors miss. โœจ

โšก ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐„๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡ & ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐•๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐๐“:

Emily met me at the park at 1:30 PM, right after I got back from York. ๐Ÿš—

She had smartly marked the exact net post hole with a small tree branch. ๐ŸŒฟ

I started a tight, overlapping grid search on her side of the net. ๐Ÿฅ…

Nothing but faint iron mineralization from the soil. ๐Ÿงฑ

I crossed over to the opposing team’s side of the net and kept swinging. ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

After 5 to 6 minutes of methodical scanning… BANG! โšก

A sharp, beautifully repeatable audio signal broke through my headphones. ๐ŸŽง

Having had two complete and total knee replacements, dropping down to the ground wasn’t happening. ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆฟ

Instead, I carefully bent over and used my handheld pinpointer to narrow down the grass blades. ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒพ

As I slowly parted the turf with my fingers, there it wasโ€”gleaming bright yellow in the dirt! โœจ๐Ÿฅ‡

Emily spotted it at the exact same millisecond. ๐Ÿ‘๏ธโญ

(If you haven’t seen her reaction yet, go watch the video Reel I posted last night!) ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘‡

She started jumping up and down with her hands in the air, celebrating wildly! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ’ƒ

๐Ÿ™Œ “WOW, thank you so much!” she shouted. ๐Ÿ“ฃ๐ŸŽ‰

Seeing that pure joy and relief is exactly why I do this. โค๏ธ

Honestly, I have the best job in the world, and I love my job! ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ผ

Welcome home, earring! ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’

๐Ÿ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„-๐…๐Ž๐‘-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐•๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐„๐˜๐๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐’!๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Funny enough, volleyball courts have been my specialty this season!

This actually marks my third volleyball court recovery of the year. ๐ŸŽ‰

The first two were rings lost in the deep sand during intense beach volleyball games. ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿ

But switching from soft beach sand to thick park grass is a whole different ballgameโ€”and it feels great to keep the streak alive! ๐Ÿ–๏ธโžก๏ธ๐ŸŒฟ

๐Ÿ‘‹๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐†๐ˆ๐•๐„ ๐”๐ ๐‡๐Ž๐๐„!๐Ÿ”โœจ

At the end of the day, our motto is simple:

๐Ÿ‘‰ “๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ.”๐Ÿ‘ˆ

Whether itโ€™s a sentimental ring lost on the beach ๐Ÿ๏ธ, a family heirloom dropped in the backyard ๐Ÿก, or a tiny earring lost in a local park ๐ŸŒฟ, time is of the essence. โฑ๏ธ

If you or someone you know has lost a metal item in the southern Maine area, don’t wait. ๐Ÿงญ

Call or text me today 207-423-3027 and letโ€™s get your treasure back where it belongs! โœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿค

 

 

 

 

TITANIUM WEDDING RING LOST IN THE WATER, TRIPP LAKE, POLAND, MAINE, FOUND WITH A METAL DETECTOR

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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On August 3rd, my phone started blowing up. Facebook notifications were pouring in, tag after tag, mentioning me on a local Poland, Maine community board post.

The Poland, Maine community was trying to connect me with a man named Matt. Matt had posted a heartfelt plea to the group: he had recently lost his titanium wedding ring at Tripp Lake Beach, and he was desperately hoping a Good Samaritan might spot it and let him know.

When Matt called me, the true scale of the mission became clear.

About two weeks earlier, Matt had been enjoying a beautiful, sunny day with family and friends at Tripp Lake Beach, taking advantage of the scorching summer heat by cooling off in the water. But fresh water has a way of shrinking fingers fast! ?

Matt had spent his day wading across the entire length of the public beachโ€”a stretch easily 300 feet long. Even worse, he had been swimming up to 50 or 60 feet out from the shoreline.

When you do the math, that meant the ring was resting somewhere inside a massive 15,000 to 18,000 square foot grid of dark lake water. By any measure, this was an incredibly massive underwater search area, and the clock had already been ticking for two weeks…

To make matters even more daunting, Matt dropped another bombshell: he had already tried searching the water with a borrowed metal detector. Not only that, but two other people had also brought their detectors down to the beach to scan the area.
All three attempts came up completely empty. ?

Honestly, looking at the sheer size of Tripp Lake Beach, it was no wonder. Dragging consumer gear through a massive underwater grid without a highly systematic search pattern is almost impossible.

When Matt asked if we could help, I took a hard look at the calendar. My schedule was completely packed. I was fully booked for recoveries on both August 4th and August 5th. But we don’t like giving up on a ring, especially when the community rallies to find us!

Our August 5th hunt was a critical, time-sensitive low-tide search down in Ogunquit, scheduled for very early in the morning. Gary Hill and I looked at the map and made a plan. The second we wrapped up the coastal ocean hunt in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea t, we would pack up the Ring Finder Mobile and make the 1.5-hour drive inland to Poland, Maine . Two completely different bodies of water, two completely different environments, all in a single day. ??

Once Gary and I arrived at the lake and finally met Matt in person, he walked us right down to the water’s edge. I took one long look at the sheer, overwhelming size of that beach and a thought immediately popped into my head: “There is absolutely no way we are finding his ring today.”

The area was just too massive. Looking out at that water, I knew that anyone just walking around aimlessly hadโ€”as Matt accurately put it in his original Facebook postโ€”a total “one-in-a-billion shot.” In my mind, I was already calculating the logistics. I figured Gary and I were going to need at least 4 or 5 full days of a highly disciplined, hyper-systematic grid search to clear this place safely.

But we didn’t drive 1.5 hours to stand on the shore and doubt ourselves. It was time to get to work! โš”๏ธ

I turned to Matt and laid out the battle plan. We would use a prominent, large rock breaking the surface of the water as our deep outer boundary, as Matt confirmed he hadnโ€™t gone out past that depth.

To keep our grid lines perfectly straight and ensure we didn’t miss a single inch of the lakebed, we utilized the rocks along the shoreline as our landmark anchors. Gary would start right where we were at the north end of the beach, working his way from the edge of the water out to the deep boundary and back, systematically grid-searching his way south toward a specific rock landmark on the shore.

Meanwhile, I walked further down the beach to that exact same shore rockโ€”the one Gary would eventually stop at. That was my starting point. From there, I would work my grid lines from the shoreline out, systematically heading further south toward another visual lockup landmark on the beach.

As for Matt, he walked even further down the beach past my zone to start his own search, heading south to tackle the far end of the grid.

We dropped our coils into the water, tuned out the world, and began swinging… ??

Gary and I found the entire beach absolutely beautiful. The water was remarkably warm for an inland Maine lake, and as we got our rhythm down, we noticed something highly unusual: the targets were incredibly few and far between.

It was a very, very clean beach. Because we werenโ€™t stopping to dig up the usual heavy layer of buried pull-tabs, bottle caps, and shredded aluminum foil, our search progress was moving significantly faster than I had originally anticipated. Since we weren’t digging many targets, we were moving right along, slicing through those 15,000 square feet with smooth, uninterrupted swings.

A fascinating thought crossed my mind as I looked over at Gary:
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When inexperienced hunters or people with borrowed, basic machines go looking for a lost item, they usually dig up every single faint beep or scratchy iron signal they can find in a desperate attempt to find the ring. By doing that, they often inadvertently do the heavy lifting for usโ€”stripping away all the shallow metallic “trash” and clearing the path.

Because they had unknowingly cleaned out the background noise, our advanced, high-discrimination machines could scan the lakebed completely unhindered. If that titanium wedding band was down there, there was no longer any junk left to hide it. It was going to scream the second our coils passed over it.

As we proceeded south along the lakebed, almost an hour had passed. The quiet hum of the machines was hypnotic, and I was already mentally mapping out the next major sections for Gary and me to search on the following days, fully expecting this to be a multi-day operation.

Then, out of nowhere…
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My headphones lit up with the absolute best-sounding target of the entire day so far on the Minelab Excalibur II. It was a beautiful, solid tone that broke the lake’s silence.

I stopped dead in my tracks and yelled over to Gary, “This is a really good sounding target!”

I positioned my scoop and dug down into the lakebed. My first scoop came upโ€”nothing but empty sand. The target was still in the hole.

I lined up the coil again, pushed the scoop down deeper into the sand, and lifted. As the second scoop broke the surface of the water, the lake sand began to rapidly sift through the drainage holes. All of a sudden, right there in the bottom of the scoop, I saw the ring! ??

Gary was now walking over to me and he reached into my scoop and grabbed the ring. We both looked at it, completely stunned that the “one-in-a-billion shot” had just paid off in under an hour!

I turned toward the southern end of the beach and yelled down as loud as I could: “????! ???????????????!” ?

The distance between us was so immense that my voice had to travel clear across the water. Matt froze in his tracks. He was so far down the beach that his response barely carried back to usโ€”just a very faint, disbelieving… “???’?? ??????? ??.” ?

As Matt hurriedly waded back through the water toward us, Gary and I were just beaming. We couldn’t wipe the smiles off our faces. We just couldn’t believe our good fortune. Better to be lucky than good, as the old saying goes, and we certainly got lucky by being in the exact right spot at the exact right time today.

The moment Matt reached us, pure relief washed over his entire face. You could visually see the heavy stress of being without his wedding ring completely leave his body. He could finally breathe and relax again.

But even in that moment of relief, Matt wasnโ€™t thinking about himself. His thoughts went straight to his wife.

As the three of us began walking out of the water together, I turned to him and said, “?’? ???? ?? ????? ??? ??? ?? ????.”

Matt looked at the ring, then back at us, and replied: “??? ???? ?? ???? ??? ????? ?? ???? ???? ??.” โค๏ธ

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Just as the three of us stepped foot onto dry land, my phone started ringing. It was another panicked call about a lost ringโ€”this time dropped into Crystal Lake in Gray, Maine , which was only about 7 miles down the road and directly on our way home!
I hung up, looked at my partner, and smiled: “Gary, pack up the Ring Finder Mobile… another lost ring awaits!” ??

Moments like this remind us why we do what we do. We truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it!

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GOLD ENGAGEMENT RING LOST IN THE GOOSE ROCKS BEACH SAND, FOUND WITH A METAL DETECTOR IN KENNEBUNKPORT MAINE

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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It was August 1st when the phone rang. On the line was Kaitlin, sounding completely anxious. Her sister, Kelly, had just lost her precious engagement ring somewhere on the beautiful, massive expanse of Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport Maine.

As a detectorist with ??? ???? ??????? ?? ?????, I immediately went into investigative mode. ?๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ I started asking my usual checklist of questions to narrow down the search grid:

* Did she lose it in the water or the dry sand?
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* Did she see or feel the ring slide off?
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* Was there a specific area where she spent most of her time?
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* What kind of metal is the ring made of? (I always bring a matching test ring to calibrate my detector and show the client exactly how it works!)
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What Kaitlin told me next was a scenario I won’t soon forget! ?

Earlier in the day, Kelly had been swimming, which naturally shrinks fingers. Later, while relaxing peacefully in her beach chair, a bee or hornet suddenly landed right on her! ?โŒ

Total panic set in. Kelly jumped up, took off running, and began wildly flailing her arms to swat the stinging threat away. She bolted around her family’s beach setup and ran toward the water until the bee was finally gone. ?โ€โ™€๏ธ?

It was only when she sat back down in her chair that her heart sankโ€”her engagement ring was gone. To make matters worse, her wedding was just two months away in October! ??

Kelly was fairly certain the ring was somewhere in the dry sand. But with her running in circles and flailing her arms, that ring could have flown off her finger in a 360-degree radius, landing anywhere up to 30 or 40 feet away! The search grid was going to be massive.
Kaitlin mentioned that the whole family was still out on the beach actively searching. I immediately gave her some crucial advice: “Please hold off on disturbing the area as much as possible! Whatever you do, don’t dig any holes.” When helpful searchers dig and refill holes, they can inadvertently bury a shallow ring too deep for a standard detector to scan. ?โณ

At that exact moment, Cheryl and I were actually over on Mackworth Island in Falmouth, Maine. We were in the middle of searching for a lost diamond stud earring. Unfortunately, that specific hunt turned up empty.
As soon as the earring search wrapped up an hour later, we packed up our gear. With all the wild details of the bee-panic engagement ring loss fresh in our minds, there was only one thing left to do: hit the road and get to Kennebunkport Maine as fast as possible! ??

I called Kaitlin back to let her know we were about 45 minutes away. She told me her father would meet us at the beach access path to guide us directly to the spot. Sure enough, the moment Cheryl and I arrived, her dad was right there waiting for us. He escorted us straight down to the scene of the “bee incident.”
That is where we met Kelly. With her wedding coming up fast in October, the stress and anxiety coming from her were palpable. I knew we needed to find this ring, and fast. โค๏ธ?

Kelly pointed out exactly where her beach chair had been when the bee landed on her. Then, she walked me through her frantic flight path as she tried to escape it. At first glance, it didn’t look like a massive area. But knowing how far a ring can fly when someone is violently flailing their arms, the potential search zone could easily extend 40 feet on either side of that path.

I decided the smartest move was to start scanning the dry sand between their family beach setup and the nearby dune restoration project. As I looked around, two major worries crossed my mind. First, I prayed the ring hadn’t flown into the protected dune grass, which is strictly off-limits. Second, the beach was packed! There were crowds of people with towels, blankets, and beach bags lined up just past the high tide mark. If that ring took flight, it easily could have landed right on someone else’s towel or bounced straight into a stranger’s beach bag. ??

With the stakes higher than ever, it was time to turn on the detectors and start swinging.
I started with a tight grid search in the area behind their beach setup and right up to the edge of the dune grass. After about 30 minutes of careful sweeping, my detector picked up only a few stray coins and the usual beach trashโ€”but no engagement ring. ??๏ธ

Next, I moved into their beach canopy. I spent about 10 minutes checking inside, but the metal frame from the canopy makes a thorough search difficult because it interferes with the detector’s signals. It wasn’t a perfect sweep, but I knew I could always come back and try a different approach inside the canopy later in the evening if the primary search areas turned up empty.
Having now cleared the interior of the canopy, the north side, and the west side, it was time to change direction. I shifted my focus to the south side of the canopy and began working my way toward the front, closely tracing the path of her frantic flight to safety. ?๏ธ?

Almost immediately, my headphones lit up with that beautiful, low tone I was hoping to hear! ??

I pulled out my handheld pinpointer to narrow down the target, then carefully brushed through the soft sand with my hand. I felt the familiar shape of a ring. Before I even had it pulled completely out of the sand, Kelly and Kaitlin caught sight of it and started jumping up and down in pure joy! ?โœจ

Their father and other family members erupted into applause, and the cheering and excitement instantly spread to nearby beachgoers who had been watching the drama unfold. It was an absolutely fantastic moment, seeing so much happiness wash over everyone on that beach! ??

Kelly and Kaitlin immediately rushed over to give me giant hugs, followed by a firm, grateful handshake from their father as the cheers continued. Kelly couldn’t stop thanking me, flashing one of the biggest, best smiles I have ever seen. ?โค๏ธ

As Cheryl and I packed up and walked away, I was floating on cloud nine. Helping Kelly recover her engagement ring just weeks before her big October wedding is exactly why we love doing this work. There is no better feeling in the entire world. I truly have the best job, and I love what I do!

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Cheryl managed to catch the whole reveal on camera! You absolutely have to see the exact moment Kelly realizes her ring is safe, and listen to the beach crowd erupt into cheersโ€”it will honestly bring a tear to your eye and a smile to your face. Check out the very first comment below to watch the magic happen! ???

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The sooner you call, the faster we can get you your own happy ending!