Got a call out on a weekday evening. His daughter slipped while climbing an embankment and both of the silver rings her father had given her were gone off her finger. While she was dancing, he contacted me and within the hour, the rings were back in hand. Relief all round. Watch the video for details.
I received two calls today. The first call came from Natasha. She was late for her massage appointment. She put her keys in her pocket and ran the three blocks. Since I was not busy and lived only minutes away and I told her I would take a look. I searched the route she took and checked the soft snow along the sides. My gut instinct was that they were most likely picked up. The more I thought about it, the more likely it was that they were close to home. We headed back and I searched where I thought they would most likely be. While there, the front door of the nearest home opened. A gentleman asked what we were looking for. Natasha described her keys to him, after which he turned to go back inside and returned with her keys!!! Success sometimes doesn’t come with the detector.
The second call came around 3:30 pm. Ali had lost his keys while sledding down a hill on Friday. It was Monday. After chatting with him, he had done everything right. From immediately searching, to checking places where someone may have placed them if they were picked up. From what he described and what he did it seemed very likely they were there. We just had to find them. Ali described three places where he wiped out on the sled. Both of us searched the hill in detail. Ali remembered that his brother had videoed some of the runs, including two where he went off to the side and bailed. We watched and were able to narrow down the search areas. After two very loud beer cans, we searched the second crash site. I mentioned that very often, after searching and checking a variety of signals, I would hear “the” signal. When that happens I stop and stand up. Moments later I got another signal. I let Ali dig it. Sure enough, there they were. Ali was ecstatic. He stopped and said, “Funny, you just stopped and stood up” .
It was late Tuesday night when she left for home. Somewhere between the East Village Condo and the car parked out front a cell phone fell out of her coat. How did she know? The “Find My Phone” app was signalling it was there. She had gone out looking for it but the heavy snow fall warning came true the next day and covered everything. In the hours between losing it and searching for it 10 cm of snow fell. Move forward to Friday. It was time to get a new phone but she was still getting a signal from her phone. In a last chance effort she found and called me. We talked for quite a while. In the end I made her a deal. Since I only lived 8 minutes away and since the phone was still active I would give it a try. If I did not find it, we would leave it as a good effort. No cost whatsoever. I thoroughly enjoy the hunt and the possibility of succeeding so it isn’t done begrudgingly in any way. I arrived and met her there. We looked at the app and it still indicated that the phone was somewhere near the front entrance. The condo complex was 15 stories high and had a snow clearing service. There were mounds of snow all around the entrance where they had cleared the snow. I checked each pile. No luck. What I figured would be a short hunt because of the app, turned out to be longer than expected. It seems that tall buildings and such make the location more of a suggestion as, even in the time we were there, the phone signal was moving about. Eventually she thanked me and offered to etransfer me something. I told her “no” as there is no need to add more on to the pain of losing her iPhone 11. 45 minutes into the hunt she was ready to call it quits. I asked her one more time, which door she left and where her car was parked. She recreated it to the best of her recall but it was fuzzy. If she took a direct path to the street, she would cross somewhere between the first parked car and the edge of the driveway. I said, “If we don’t find it here, I am going to call it quits.” I took my detector to it and I quickly got another signal. I used my foot and swept the snow away. There, face down, was her white iPhone. I looked up and she had this look of disbelief. “I can’t believe that you do this for people”. Her smile sunk. “Its been out here for 3 days. Its probably wrecked”. She bent down and picked it up. I was going to tell her to take it home and let it warm up slowly. Instead she pushed the home button. It started and lit up. She couldn’t believe it.
We found it, literally, in the last place I looked. She left with a big smile and a promise she would tell everyone she knows about it. That made me smile.
On a cold, snowy, wintry night, I was contacted about a ring lost in the back yard. After chatting for a while it sounded like an easy find. The sound she said it made meant it was either on the deck or just on the other side of the railing. I arrived and started searching. The deck was most likely but all I got was the same deck screw tone over and over. I moved to the other side of the deck rails. Deep snow and lots of it. Still no ring. I expanded the search area to cover the full yard. Still no ring. Under the deck with a pin pointer. Nope. I had her test throw a key chain ring. She threw it into the dark. Neither of us saw it go. A little later I found it on the other side of the deck rails. I was confused. The ring should have been there. I cleared a spot with no signals on the brick sidewalk and shovelled the deck snow onto it checking each pile each time. Still no luck (but she had clear deck). I repeated that with all the snow near the deck rails just in case they were masking the signal. Still no signal. I must have said it a dozen times. “This doesn’t make sense. It should be here.” Expand again. The side walk beside the garage ran along the fence. There was a 12 inch high and 3 inch thick strip of snow along the bottom of the fence. I ran my detector along it and got “the” signal I was looking for. I brushed the snow away and revealed a rim. I called her over and revealed the rest. What appeared was an engagement ring with a rather large diamond on it. The wave of relief and tears she shed were real. What happened in the moment led to regret but eventually relief. What I figured would be a short hunt lasted close to 2 1/2 hours. We didn’t quit and thankfully so.
Thank you Evan for promptly coming to my rescue! Thank you for braving the cold for almost 3 hours to find my ring, and for being so patient. I have never experienced that many emotions simultaneously when you finally found it, but nothing else seemed to matter except the joy I felt at that moment.
If you like happy endings, this is it. I received a call from Dina.
Her son had proposed while snowshoeing outside the city. She shook her hand and the ring disappeared into the snow. While talking with Dina I received a second call. I told Dina I would need to hear from her son and his fiance. I answered the second call. It was Joyce and she shared with me that her fiance had just proposed while out snowshoeing and she had shaken her hand and the ring disappeared. Unbeknownst to either of them, they both had just contacted me. We arranged to meet the next day. After a walk into the woods and a quick recreation, we started the hunt. A few minutes later, a shout started a joyous celebration. Watch the video for the details.
Katrina called me about the custom Saphire and Diamond engagement ring she lost while cross country skiing near Turner Valley. After chatting for a while, we decided that it would be more of a closure hunt (where it isn’t) than a ring find due to the fact that she covered a total of 10 km while skiing. We would check the places where she stopped for breaks. We searched a lot of area that day. Four hours later we returned and did a couple of final checks. You always find it in the last place you look.
Mark contacted me. Found me on Kijiji but used “TheRingfinders.com” to make sure I was on the up and up. He was in the backyard with his dogs and when he went back in his ring was gone. His gut instinct was that it fell off when he was throwing the ball. When I arrived, there was lots of evidence that he had been looking for it already. A big patch of snow had been cleared. His words were, “Before I rented a detector I thought I would give you a chance.” Good choice Mark. I have had several people rent a detector, only to tell me they had no clue what the sounds meant. I searched the area with no luck. Then we followed the path back to the back door. I had one tone, which we looked at and moments later another. I love it when I hear the ring’s actual tone in my headphones. We grabbed the camera for the reveal. Awesome. Less than a year married, and just back from his honeymoon, Mark is glad to have his ring back and is planning on resizing it.
Al called me. He was up at Fortress Mountain filming a commercial. The Vancouver film maker had wrapped up the filming and was packing up. About halfway back to the highway he realized his ring was missing. They went back and with the help of four others, searched for the ring to no avail. That night while talking with his wife, she mentioned that she had seen a piece on TV about a professional ring finder finding the actor Jon Cryer’s lost ring. With that information, he was able to find me on the internet. We chatted at length and arranged for me to get access to the ski hill (it is closed to the public) the next day. It had to be the next day because the forecast was for snow….lots of it. While Al was heading for the airport, I was up at the hill searching for his ring. With the great details Al provided, we began our hunt. A few minutes in, I heard the beautiful tone of a surface target. Moments later, the ring was revealed under a light dusting of snow.
Once back in cell coverage I sent a picture of the ring to Al. His words…”Woohoo. That is amazing. I am so thrilled.” It will soon be in his hands.
Received a call from Perry, a metal detecting friend of mine. He was contacted by a gentleman asking to rent his detector. Instead of renting it, he called me up and invited my to join him on a hunt. Together we arrived at the location. A quick description let us know that the ring came off, bounced off his truck’s running board (he heard it) and disappeared! With that information we had the location narrowed down to a very small area. Perry fired up his machine and in a matter of moments heard the sound he was looking for. A quick bit of pinpointing and the ring was soon in the hands of one very happy owner. I just realized that being a part of the find is just as good as being the finder. The smile on his face makes it all worth while.
Got a call out last night. Lots of snow this week means lots of shovelling and the potential for all sorts of things to get lost. Rings, phones and keys. Ryan was shovelling his driveway and when he was finished he realized his keys were gone. After checking inside the truck without luck, it left only one possibility; they were dropped between the truck and the house and most likely when he cleared the driveway. We talked it over and he described his task as basically pushing the snow off the edge. So I checked the edge. When that did not work, I expanded my search and eventually found the keys. It must have been one of the odd times he threw the snow because they close to 6 feet from the edge. No matter, Ryan has his keys and he can breathe easy. Keys aren’t cheap but even more, the hassle of replacing them is costly as well. Thanks for the generous reward.