I received a call from Steve last week about a lost ring. The ring flew off his hand while he was at a Fourth of July party last weekend during a little wrestling match between him and his friends in the sand after a few drinks. Pretty standard behavior as far as I’m concerned. He saw the ring come off and as you can imagine, they spent the rest of the day looking for it. He rented a metal detector and tried to find it himself, but had no luck. He found me online and explained what happened, and I agreed to come and take a look for him on the weekend.
I arrived Saturday morning and had Steve explain in further detail what had happened. I grabbed my detector and started combing the beach, using my grid lines. I was extra thorough as I didn’t want to miss the ring. After about two hours of searching, I finally got a great signal. There was the ring! And wow what a beautiful ring it was. It was his grandfathers ring from Italy and upon seeing it, I realized why it meant so much to him. What a great feeling to return a piece of history to its rightful owner. We were both thrilled. Thanks so much Steve for giving me the opportunity to get your ring back, and for the generous reward!