Bob called me and said his wife, Shelly, had lost some rings two months ago while kayaking in the Stoneycreek River in Johnstown. She lost her wedding rings and her rings from renewing their vows for a total of four rings. Julie and I met Bob and Shelly at the site and Shelly had a pretty good idea of where the rings had come off her finger. There are large concrete flood control channels built in the 1940’s on either side of the river, but thankfully there were a set of stairs pretty close to where we needed to get in the river. The water was about knee high and much lower than when they were kayaking so I thought it would be a pretty quick hunt. When Julie and I climbed down and turned on the machine, there were a few more signals than I had expected. I wonder if the reason for all the signals was because of the floods in the past? Johnstown has had a history of floods, including the worst flood of the 19th century in 1889, and other floods in 1936 and 1977. I pulled out a golf club, rusted shovel, various pull tabs, and unrecognizable bits of metal but no rings.
After three hours of searching and finding nothing, I got to thinking that if the river was higher and Shelly was close to the sloped concrete channel wall, the rings could have been carried down along the wall by the current a little farther than where they came off her fingers. Sure enough, I found three of the rings just past where we had been looking most of the day. When I looked at the top of the wall to Shelly and Bob who were watching us hunt, I could hear Shelly starting to cry at the news we found three of her rings. I knew then Julie and I weren’t leaving the river until I found the last ring but we needed to break for lunch. Upon returning, two more hours of searching and countless bits of metal in the gold range later, I found the last ring. Bob and Shelly are really nice people and I appreciate their patience (and Julie’s) on what was a very long, difficult hunt.
I got a call from Rick who said he lost a wedding band while Kayaking in the Raystown Branch of the Juniata River. The ring was a family heirloom and was inscribed with the date of his grandmother’s wedding. Hunts like these are particularly motivating to me because of the sentimental value of the ring. Like Rick said, it’s not about the monetary value. The real value is in the significance it has to his family and he would like to pass it down to his kids. The only problem was the size of the search area.
Rick didn’t know where the ring came off of his finger but he remembered three spots where his kayak got hung up on the rocks and he thought he might have lost it at one of those spots. He provided Julie and I with kayaks and the three of us loaded up gear and headed to the most likely spot where the current picked up a bit after dropping down a ledge. On the way there, I got to know Rick a bit and how he fished the river as a kid and takes his family there now. The river is a special place for him and I thought it would be a shame if his lost ring would tarnish that. When we got to the spot, we beached the kayaks and stumbled over the slippery rocks to the search area. After about 15 minutes of searching, I got a good signal and I went in with a snorkel and pinpointer and pulled out the ring. We were so excited and amazed to find the ring with such a large area to cover. Rick was such a nice guy and I was glad to be able to preserve the good memories the river holds for him.
Kurt called me up and told me his fiance’ Angela lost her ring while playing Frisbee with their dog, Bear. The grassy area she lost it in was a somewhat challenging search area. Woods bordered one side of a rather narrow plateau walkway with a sloping hill and long grass to the other side. Since Kurt and Angela had searched most of the day before and even into the night with flashlights, my fear was the ring had flown off her finger and landed somewhere on either side of the path. Luckily after about 20 minutes of searching, I got a good signal and was able to spot her ring in the grass and return it to them.
I couldn’t have asked to meet nicer people today. Kurt is a very pleasant young man and his lovely fiance’ Angela came outside afterwards to express her gratitude to Julie and I for finding her ring. Even Bear was happy and jumping all over us although I guess that’s just what dogs do. He seemed excited though. In yet another realization of how strange things are now living in the COVID 19 social distancing era, Angela said she was so relieved and wanted to give me a hug but said she’d respect the six feet rule. Even though I missed the handshakes and hugs that usually go along with a successful recovery, I’m happy to have helped out Kurt and Angela (and Bear) in their time of need and wish them luck and happiness.
I got a call from Rachael P. asking me if Findley Lake in New York was too far for me to drive to find her lost Ever Us ring. Rachel had been cleaning out a bird feeder on her dock and her ring flew off her finger into the lake. She said she had a good idea of where it landed and that the water was about five to six feet deep in that area of the lake. Looking at the map, I saw she was about a three and a half hour drive from me and as luck would have it, I happened to be going camping up north the night before which would cut off about an hour and a half of the drive. Always up for a challenge, I loaded up my Garrett AT Pro metal detector and recruited the help of my somewhat reluctant girlfriend Julie to assist me in the search.
To say “the sea was angry that day my friends” (George Costanza) is an understatement. The lake was crowded with people tubing, on jet skis, powerboats, and the occasional pontoon boat that would drive in close to see why some guy was standing in a lake with headphones on. I was in the water up to my neck and the waves made by each passing boat made the search incredibly difficult as I could barely touch the lake bottom. After about 45 minutes of searching and floating around like a fishing bobber, I got a really good signal that I did my best to keep my foot on and scooped up the gravel below. When I dumped the rocks out on the dock I heard Julie yell with excitement “You got it Baby!” and Rachael jumped up from a nearby bench to see. Sure enough, there in the pile of gravel was her Ever Us ring that she thought she had lost forever. My persistence had paid off and I was grateful to be able to help Rachael find her lost ring. Julie was grateful too, saying with a laugh “I’m glad you found the ring because I couldn’t imagine a three and a half hour car ride home if you hadn’t.” I agree!
Brandon is smiling again!
The beautiful rings and necklace that was lost.
I got a call from Brandon on Sunday that his wife had lost her wedding rings and a necklace at the Moraine State Park Regatta near Pittsburgh, PA. She had been swimming in the lake with her nieces while Brandon was on the shore with their dog. When she came back to the blanket, she reached up to her neck where her rings and necklace had been. Brandon said she had a look of sheer terror when she realized the rings and necklace had come off somewhere in the water.
I met Brandon at the state park the next day. After getting permission at the park office to search the water, Brandon and I headed down to the water to start the hunt. I had my Garrett AT Pro metal detector and Brandon had his snorkeling gear as he wanted to join in on the search. The odds were stacked against us… There was a detectorist in the area who had just worked the beach and reports of someone searching the water earlier in the morning. The swimming area is murky and has a concrete base which made my sand scoop essentially useless and my metal detector sound like a screaming child in the grocery store (for the metal detecting enthusiasts, I turned down the sensitivity of the machine and notched out the signals from the rebar in the concrete, making only the gold range audible). Brandon was pretty sure his wife had lost the rings in waist deep water which reminded me I still need to get waterproof headphones, especially if I have to bend down to pick up a target.
After about 30 minutes of grid searching, I found the first ring. “Is this it?” I said to Brandon holding the ring high in the air. He looked over in amazement with a huge smile on his face. A minute later I found the second ring and the smiles kept coming. I told him necklaces were really hard to find but we would certainly try. We searched in the same area for about 5 minutes and I kept getting a faint signal in the waist deep water. I reached under the water with my pinpointer but to no avail- it wouldn’t pick up the signal. Finally I said to Brandon that the signal is right under my coil and if he could dive down and pull up scoops what little sand there was down there we may find it. After about three tries, he came up with the necklace in his hand. Some great teamwork had paid off.
I am truly grateful for having met such a genuine person as Brandon, and for The Ring Finders for bringing us together for the day. Literally one day after joining this group I was able to help someone. Many thanks!
My name is John King and I started metal detecting in the 1980’s. I recently helped a friend find his wedding ring and after seeing how happy he was, I joined The Ring Finders Metal Detecting Service to help people find their lost rings. This professional organization is an amazing directory of people dedicated to finding and returning lost jewelry. There are hundreds of testimonials on the site and I am proud to be a part of such an important group of people. If you’ve lost a ring or other jewelry on land or in water, I’m here to help you find what you thought was lost forever. I hope you contact me so I can try my best to recover your lost ring and put a smile back on your face.