Last November Diane Baumann called me from an article about me, that was referred to her from a friend. Her nephew had been visiting from out of town and went swimming at their home. When he jumped off the dock a ring that had belonged to his grandfather and gifted to him came off his finger.
By the time she was able to get ahold of me fall had set in and it was too cold to hunt the lake. I told her I would call her in the Spring, so I gave her a call and arranged to come out as today was a balmy 65 degrees.
The dock wasn’t in from the winter yet but she pointed to about where it would have been lost. While I ventured out to the deeper spot my brother Doug started from the beachfront. After about 30 minutes I came up with 2 quarters, a penny and a green marble. Doug kept digging up washers, a bolt, pull tabs and then the ring half way between the beachfront and where I was.