Got a text while on vacation from Dee, whose wedding ring had slipped off her finger while she was taking care of her horses. Went to find it a day or two after I got back, following some heavy rain. Between the mud, the standing water and the…um…horse residue, it was quite a new, and dirtier than usual, experience for me. After a couple of hours of fruitless searching, I told her I’d come back when things had dried out a bit. Contacted her a week or so later, and went back over to search. First thing she told we was how the water was rushing along the edge of the pen when she dropped her ring. As there wasn’t much of a ground slope, I was a bit skeptical, but I expanded my search area. Proving the adage that “the customer is always right”, I located her ring, luckily undamaged by horse traffic, in the expanded area, after an hour or so of searching. Giddy up!
Got a call last Wednesday from Eric, who had lost his palladium wedding ring while doing some yard work. We linked up at his house on Thursday afternoon, and after some discussion in which he pointed out the two areas where he thought the ring would most likely be, I searched both for an hour and a half, to no avail. We agreed that I’d come back Saturday, and when I got there, we reviewed the circumstances of the loss. He told me of one other place in the yard, where he had dumped some grass clippings, and that he hadn’t mentioned previously. “Aha!!!!”, I thought to myself, “This must be why I didn’t find the ring Thursday!” Brimming with confidence, I searched grass clippings with vigor, expecting to find the ring at any moment. After a fruitless hour and a half search in that area, I humbly went back to the very first place he had pointed out. I decided to expand the mental search grid I had used Thursday by a few yards in each direction. I quickly found a clad quarter, an old metal button, a clasp, and what looks to me like a piece of a merchants’ weight scale (none of which Eric had lost while doing yard work). I was making the turn on my third parallel search row, and just at the edge of the grid, there was the ring, lying in the grass, shining like a little round beacon. Another satisfied customer!
Drove to Texas about 12 days ago, and was surprised when the first call I got on my cell phone down there was from a man living near my Virginia home, who had lost his wedding ring doing yardwork the day before. I told him I’d be happy to look for it, but was away for a week, and would check in when I got back to see if he’d found it. I called him this past Monday, and while he’d borrowed a metal detector to look for it himself, he had had no luck. When I went to his house the next day, he told me where he’d been working, and where else around the yard he’d been. I tried to pin down the probable loss location as best I could, hoping not to repeat my last search. That one was for a very nice lady who was certain she had lost her ring in her gravel driveway. I searched for a couple of hours to no avail, and told her as I was leaving that I was almost positive it wasn’t there. I encouraged her to continue looking around in her house, and was delighted when she told me she found it about two weeks later – in her refrigerators’ icemaker! This gentleman was equally certain, and after he chuckled at my icemaker story, he stayed firm on what he thought was the most promising area to look. Long story short, after a 15 minute search, I found his ring, within just a few feet of where he said he’d been working. The ring is a beauty – gold, with a couple of small diamonds and a cross. When I handed it to back to him, he was both grateful and thrilled, as was his wife, making it a great day for all three of us!
Got an email last night from a lady whose husbands’ wedding ring had slipped off while he was cutting plywood in his backyard the day before. We were able to coordinate a search time for this evening. When I arrived, I asked a few questions about the loss, since it was dark and mighty cold, and I wanted to be as sure as possible that they knew the ring was there. Perfect customers – while they didn’t hear the ring hit the concrete of their patio when it fell, they knew exactly where he had been working. He believed he knew how it had come off, when he had rubbed his hands together to get the sawdust off. In addition, he had done a search of his house, just in case he was mistaken, but that search only reassured him that his ring had indeed fallen off while he was working in the yard. Thus, it was with confidence that I started my search, aided by some bright portable lights they provided. I stayed along the outline of the cement patio, searching just a couple of feet into their garden. Within 15 minutes, my detector beeped, and I pushed aside some leaves, catching a brief glimpse of a bright golden arc quickly covered again by leaves and dirt. I knew I’d found his ring. A happy customer, and an easy and successful first search to start the year!
Got a call Thursday morning from a gentleman who said his fiancé had dropped her engagement ring in their laundry room, and they couldn’t find it. I explained that I searched for things lost outside, with a metal detector, but had put together a search guide for folks who lost things inside their homes. I said I’d email him a copy later. In the email, I asked him to let me know if the guide helped him, or if he had tips to improve it, and said that I’d come help him search if he wanted me to. I expected his next note to say that he’d found it, but instead he asked if I could come by Friday or Saturday. We agreed to a 7:15 linkup at his place, and when I arrived, he confirmed that his fiancé was certain she had lost the ring in the laundry. When he showed me the room, it was small, and full of Christmas things, luggage and backpacks. He told me he had cleared everything out and searched the room carefully, and that his fiancé insisted he put everything back as it had been. It occurred to me that I might have a long night ahead going through stored items! The last thing he did before leaving me to search was to point to a small drain in the middle of the floor, telling me that he had a hunch the ring was in there. I pointed my bright, LED flashlight down it, and saw some dirt and water, but no ring. I then searched a few of the bags and boxes, with no luck. I took another, longer look down the drain. This time, after moving the PVC pipe running down the drain, I thought I saw a silvery reflection. I wasn’t certain, so I asked for a wire hangar. I poked around gently in the dirt and water, and within a couple of minutes, I recovered the ring. “Recognize this?” I asked, and got a happy smile in return. He told me he’d stuck a wet vac down the drain and cleared away much of the water, but didn’t see anything that indicated the ring was there. Two lessons learned – old wire hangers still have purpose, and inside searches can be worth the time and effort for all concerned!
Around mid-week, I got an email from a gentleman who had engaged in an impromptu snowball fight with his wife and son while out walking. After a few un-gloved throws, his wife realized she had thrown off two gold rings. As the ground was covered with snow, they looked around but didn’t find the lost rings. Back home, the husband did an online search and found our service, sending me the note asking for help. We arranged to meet Saturday morning, but as another snowfall was beginning in earnest, we delayed until Sunday. And what a beautiful day it was, at least by comparison to the day before. When we arrived, he pointed out three small, snowy sections of ground where his wife might have thrown the rings. He also made clear that one ring meant much more than the other, as it was the first bit of jewelry he’d ever bought his wife. I searched the first two areas for over an hour, with no luck. About midway through searching the third, I got a solid hit on my Garrett, and we knelt down to dig in the snow. After a few seconds, what was clearly the top of a ring shone brightly, and I gave him the honor of picking it up. Thankfully, it was the important one! Given the cold, he was ready then to head home with his prize, but I told him that if his wife would be happy with one, she’d be happier with both, so we agreed on a quit time about an hour later. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to find the second ring. I asked if he wanted to come back another day, but he said the other ring was of minor value, and that he’d really gotten what he came for.