Ring recovered in Clarkston, Michigan

“The day was cold and dark and dreary”, I’ve always wanted to say these words from Longfellow’s poem, “Rainy Days” and today was fitting. Ray S. called me yesterday an said he lost his wedding band while taking out his garbage container. He had snow on his hands and when he shook them off his ring went flying off into the grass. Ray searched through the Oak leaf covered grass but could not find it. A friend had told him about THERINFINDERS so he looked us up and found one of my associates not home and then called me. I have made several trips to the East side of our state over the past 4 years. Ray told me the story and I told him I would be out the next morning, weather permitting. I started the 140 mile trip with wet streets and blowing snow but by the time I got to Ray’s house it was just dark and dreary. Getting my Fisher F75 out, I started a grid search using the area that Ray thought his ring should be. I started down the edge of the drive about 30 feet then back up and over 3 feet. After about 10 feet into my second leg I got a 56 on my detector scale and there it was, pushed down into the wet dirt, I pulled up his ring. Ray must have stepped on the ring while looking for it and the only way it would have been found is with a metal detector. Ray went into the house to show his wife, Alex, that he got his ring back. Alex ran out of the house and gave me a big hug and said thank you. It was a pleasure helping out Ray and Alex and brighten up that Dark and Dreary day.















Got a call Sunday from Roger R. telling me his niece, Kim C., lost her white gold diamond ring in the lake while throwing a basketball during a fun filled day of festivities in the water. When you look at the picture below you will see that Roger and his wife Kathy have a swimming area designed for big, fun parties. My partner Dave B. and myself took the 2 1/2 hour drive to their house and got our wet suits on and entered the water on an overcast Monday and started our search. We got several hits on the way out to the basketball hoop that was set up to play water ball. Roger told us that he had searched with a snorkel for hours around the hoop and other places in the swim area only to give up and call me. Our target area was around the hoop and about 15 minutes into the search Dave B. pulled up the ring with his AT Pro. We continued to search while slowly walking up to the beach and asked Roger if he had some coffee we would like to give it a rest for a bit. In the meantime we gave him what we found. Dave B. handed him one at a time a dime, penny, a nickel, a quarter, another penny and Roger said “wow” there’s a lot of change out there. I then started the same thing with a handful of change and a needle and bottle cap. Roger, looking a little down with nothing to show other than change I said “Oh there is this too” and I put the ring in his hand and he was stunned. He could not believe we found it after all the searching he went through. We took some pictures and he sent them to his niece then we went up for that cup of coffee. After some great conversation with Roger, a retired special ed school teacher, we took a ride around the lake in his pontoon boat and then packed up and went home.





Ben S. called me today while I was watching my grandson, Chase, win the Junior Gold Bowling Championship at Westgate Bowl in Comstock Park, MI.
After 3 weeks of traveling around Michigan and Indiana, the ring has finally been given to Ben and here is his picture.




My daughter-in-law called me and said her daughter, Meranda, got a call from her boyfriend, Devin, saying he lost his car keys while playing Disc Golf at the park. Meranda said “my grandpa can find it”. I went out to the park and met Devin and his friend who was in a panic because his car key is one of those $300 micro chip keys. Devin pointed out the 3rd hole that he was playing and thought that when he threw the last disc it went into the rough in about knee high grass. I checked out the area where he ran into the grass, with no luck. I then back tracked to the tee on hole #3 where Devin said he last felt the key in his hoody jacket pocket and checked the fairway with still no sign of the key. There is a saying in the metal detecting world that “the item is never where they think it is”. Using that logic I suggested we back up to hole #2 and asked Devin to trace the path as to where he threw his disc. I went into the rough again following the directions of his first throw off the 2nd tee. Searching around in the knee high grass I got a good hit on my Fisher F75 in the All Metal mode. Pulling away the grass there it was. I presented it to Devin and he went bananas and Meranda said “see my I told you my grandpa could find it”. I suggested that Devin get more practice on disc golfing and stay out of the rough. It’s a nice feeling to help out family.
