I received a phone call referral Sunday afternoon from Jim Wren (TRF North Myrtle Beach), about a ring that was just lost in Myrtle Beach. Jim gave me the phone number to the young man, Rob, that lost his wedding band. I phoned Rob back and told him I could be there in 30 minutes.
I called Rob when I got to the location. I walked out onto the beach and was met by Rob’s wife Stefaney. She explained that Rob was up in the room and would soon be there. Stefaney was not happy when she explained the loss of the ring. Rob was throwing a Frisbee on the beach when he felt the ring leave his finger. Yes, Rob is left handed. Stefaney and Rob had the where with all to mark the spot he was standing at the time with a beach pail. I had Rob and Stefaney rub their left earlobes for luck as I set the Excalibur II to work. I worked a 20 yard square in front of the area with no luck. I returned to the starting point to then work behind the beach pail. On the first grid pass I got the tone in the phones I was looking for. Rob and Stefany were looking on from 20 yards as I removed the ring from my sand scoop and held it up for them to see. I love happy endings. The young couple were ecstatic as I handed Rob back his wedding band. Then I took it back from Rob and handed it to Stefaney for safe keeping. This week marks their first wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary! I hope you enjoy many more. Thanks for the reward, 15% will be donated to The Children’s Shrine Hospital “Road Runners”
I received an email from Martha, on July 28th, explaining that her husband had lost his wedding band in the sand 4 weeks earlier. Martha was not looking for me to search for this ring, rather if anybody contacted me about a found ring she would offer a reward. I returned Martha’s email and explained that the likelihood of somebody contacting me in that scenario would be very slim. I told Martha that I was going metal detecting that weekend anyway and that I could give it a try where he lost it. I asked Martha for all the particulars they could remember and to email me back. Martha’s husband Brad was wearing his wedding band on his little finger as it no longer fit his ring finger. Because the ring was fitting a bit loose, Brad lost it in the dry sand while putting up a shade canopy on the beach. Brad had the where with all to stop and take note of all of his surroundings. When Martha gave me all the details, I felt like I would be searching about a 40′ square area in the sand.
I arrived at the beach at low tide with my Minelab Excalibur. I was trying to avoid rain showers as I watched the weather on my phone. Avoiding the rain was not going to be possible. I’ve been wet before, let’s do this. I walked to the area of the beach that Martha and Brad had explained to me. Pacing off the number of steps from a stairway, I pictured a 50′ square and started my grid in the sand. On the 8th grid line I got a nice tone in the earphones. I started to send the sand scoop to the target when I visually saw the top of the ring starring at me as the rain had washed some of the sand away. Mission accomplished! I thought about doing a little more detecting, but was tired of being wet I moved to the truck. When I got back to my computer an hour later I sent Martha an email giving her the good news, and asked her to call me. I answered the phone a few minutes later and could tell by the excited voice on the other end that it was her. Getting her mailing information straight, I told her that Brad’s ring would be on it’s way home. Brad’s wedding band could continue it’s story that started 28 years ago.
Martha and Brad, thank you for trusting me to do this ring search, and for the nice reward. Brad, get that ring resized!
I got a phone call from Jim Wren, TRF North Myrtle Beach, around 8:00 Friday night. He received a call from Jeremiah about his wife’s lost engagement ring in Myrtle Beach. Jim and I respect each other turf when it comes to ring searches, and often we work together on many of them, or cover for each other. I told Jim that it would be a couple hours before I could get there and asked if he wanted to take the call. Jim was equally out of the area, so I told him I’d take the call. Getting the particulars from Jim, I called Jeremiah back and told him it would be 10:00 before I could get there. We made arrangements to meet.
Arriving at the beach with my equipment, I met Jeremiah, Brittany and John. They explained the loss to me. Brittany had not moved from the spot that she lost the ring 2 hours before. She lost the ring in shallow water while playing football. Catching the ball sent her ring into the water’s edge. She saw it lying in the sand just before a wave took it away. For 2 hours she stared at this 20 foot by 20 foot area, while Jeremiah found The Ring Finders on his phone. I had them rub their left earlobe for luck as I started what was going to be a 30 by 30 foot grid. About 10 feet into the grid, and 31 cents, I got the beautiful golden tone on my Minelab 30-30 CTX. Carefully sending the scoop into the wet sand, I dumped the sand next to the hole. Spreading the sand with my foot revealed a beautiful white gold, diamond engagement ring. The ring that Jeremiah had placed on her finger 3 years before. As it shown in the light from my headlamp, Brittany snatched it up. Cheers from the four of us broke the tense silence. Then “The Ring Dance” started. High fives, hugs and laughter ensued. We don’t find them all, but it sure feels good when we do.
Jeremiah, Thank You for your service to our country. Brittany, Jeremiah and John, Thank You for the hansom reward. Good luck in your futures.
I received a call from Carl Last Week about his wife’s lost wedding band. Carl had been watching a local news story about that famous TV star, Jim Wren, being interviewed about a recent search and recovery he did in North Myrtle Beach. Carl remembered his wife Beth losing her wedding band in the driveway of their home 3 years earlier. He jumped on line to The Ring Finders site and found me in the directory. Carl explained the loss, and we made plans to get together in a few days.
Monday came, and I was having one of those Mondays. I desperately needed a win, so I called Carl to see if he wanted to do a search. Carl said he needed to cut back the shrubbery in the area of the lost ring, and to come on. I met them in their driveway 30 minutes later and listened to Beth explain the sequence of events surrounding the ring loss. I had them rub their left earlobes and say a prayer for luck. Carl was busy hacking 3 years of plant growth from the area they felt the ring could be. The first thing that I noticed about this area was the power lines and cable TV lines right where we were to search. This was not going to be as easy as I thought. Electrical interference had the Fisher Gold Bug chattering like Snap, Crackle and Pop after being dunked in milk. No way that was going to work. Going back to the truck, I got knee pads and my pin pointer. I searched a 4 foot square in the shrubbery. After 40 minutes, finding every piece of wire and nail left by contractors, No Ring. I tried the Gold Bug again to see if I could work thru the interference. I unplugged the earphone to ignore the chatter and watched the numbers on the screen as I scanned the grass next to the driveway. Interference numbers were lighting up constantly between 40 and 45 as I worked the area. I watched a couple targets briefly change those numbers. Finding more trash, I realized this could work. After 10 more minutes I was ready to give up, but tried one last time. A 56 kept bouncing on the screen between a bunch of 40 numbers. “That’s gold”. The pin pointer did its job as I pushed my fingers into the roots of the grass. Bingo! Carl was watching from his chair a few feet away. I told him I found the ring as he stared at me in disbelief. We called Beth out of the house as I told her I wanted to say good bye before leaving. I then held up here ring and asked if it was hers. “That’s not my ring” as she thought I was playing some cruel joke. I asked again, as her focus went from me to the ring on my little finger. Here comes “The Ring Dance”. Beth’s chin started quivering as she put her hands on her knees and started crying. I rubbed her back for reassurance as she straightened up. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she remover her wedding band from my finger. The wedding band that Carl put on her finger 23 years earlier. She stared at it in shock. Carl watched on with a huge smile knowing what it meant for Beth to have it back after 3 years of being lost. I love it when it goes right.
Carl and Beth, Thank You for the generous reward. Good luck to you future, and hopefully another 23 years.
I got a phone call from Anna on Monday. Anna explained that she had lost her wedding ring set on Mothers Day, eight days earlier. As it happened, Anna was putting on sunscreen while enjoying the beach with her husband Kris and their two boys for a happy Mothers Day. She took off her beautiful wedding ring and placed it in her lap while she did this. Distracted by family and fun, she forgot to place the ring back on her finger. Later, when she stood up the ring found the powder dry sand. Anna did not notice the ring missing until the next day. Calling her husband Kris and asking if the ring was in his truck she was coming to the realization of what had happened. She and Kris had returned to the beach a couple time during the week to see if they could find it. Realizing that their efforts were looking hopeless they would return home. Kris told me that Anna was moping around all week, when he decided to Google “How to find a ring in the sand”. Chris Turner and The Ring Finders do their very best to keep us on top in such online searches. My hat is off to him.
After talking with Anna, I assured her that I was confident in finding this ring. I told her that my goal was to put a smile back on her face before the end of the day. Anna was unable to meet me at the beach to help put me on the spot, so I asked a lot of questions about its location. I waited for the high tide to drop a bit and headed to the beach with my lovely bride as we call this R&R (Reading & Recoveries). She buries her head in a book and I bury my head in the sand. I texted Anna and told her I was on site and told her to rub her left earlobe for luck, as my wife and I did the same. After an hour and a half, and expanding the grid three times, I got the golden tone on my CTX 30 -30. Wow! What a beautiful ring.(Kris, you done good.) The ring was not matching the mental picture I had of Anna’s description. I thought it was another ring. I search for another half hour before texting her a picture of the ring and asking if this was it. Anna and her family were sitting down to dinner before heading off to a school play when the picture showed up on her phone. Anna screamed so loud that she startled every body in the room. She just kept screaming and held out her phone for everybody to see. “The Ring Dance”. She sent me an affirmative to the ring being hers. “YES!!!!!!” After a couple texts and a phone call we made arrangements to meet the next day at my sign shop and return her ring. She and Kris came by and we visited for awhile. The whole time I noticed Anna staring at the ring on her finger. I love the look of a happy person staring at something they thought was gone forever.
Anna, your ring gets to continue its story on your finger. The ring that Kris placed there 19 years ago. All the best to you and yours. And lastly, Thank You for the generous reward. 15% will be donated to the Shrine Children’s Hospital “Road Runners”.
I received a phone call from David, from a local property management company in early December about a ring that was lost in a lake behind one of the homes in the gated community. The information given to me was third hand, but seemed pretty straight forward. Alex, in his eighties was throwing a crab trap into the salt water lake. As he did it stripped the ring from his finger and deposited it into the water. Alex had reserved himself to the thought that the ring was probably gone forever. Alex’s children contacted the property management company and asked if there was anything that might be done. David found TheRingFinders.com. Alex’s children were hoping that we might find the ring so they could present it back to him for Christmas.
I met David at the property. He gave me the information as he got it from the kids. After securing permission from the HOA I returned a few days later with waders and my CTX 30-30 and my Excalibur. Thinking this was going to be easy, I jumped off the seawall with the Excal to work 25′ by 40′ grid. Immediately I realized the bottom of the lake was full of trash. Since the water was only about knee deep I asked my wife to hand me the CTX so I had an idea what targets were sounding off. After setting some discrimination I worked the area pretty hard for an hour plus. I removed several larger targets that might have been causing interference, but I was not getting the type of signal that I wanted to see. I was also getting feedback from hot rocks and the seawall bolts any time I got the 17” coil next to the bulkhead. I expanded the grid, but after awhile I assumed I was getting bad info in this third hand translation. I gave up until more info, preferably from the source, was given to me.
Alex phoned earlier this week telling me who he was and asked if I was interested in giving it another try. I met him at the house the next day. Alex assured me he would put me in a 6 foot radius. I remembered all the trash in the lake and the seawall feedback, so I took along my Gold Bug Pro with the smaller coil. I knew that would help get between trash to see a good target. I had Alex rub his left earlobe for luck. After removing more trash and some hot rocks I worked a 15 by 15′ area. I was becoming annoyed that I was not finding this ring. Alex explained from land that he used a castnet to try and retrieve the ring the day he lost it. After hearing that, I knew he dragged the ring closer to the seawall. I came right up next to the bulkhead with Fisher Gold Bug and there it was. A 62 on the interface told me what I wanted to know. One scoop and a glint of gold confirmed the rest. At 82 Alex can still jump, as I witnessed “The Ring Dance”. With a great big smile, Alex explained to me that this ring had been given to him by his late wife Ginger on their 25th wedding anniversary. I could see him reminisce. Then he joyfully said “Hot Dog!”, or something like that. Although, not the timely Christmas gift that the kids had hoped for, the end result everybody wanted was achieved.
Alex, Thank You for the generous reward. Thanks to all for your trust in me to find this ring.
I got an phone call the Monday before Christmas from Richard. He and I go back nearly forty years. “Are you still doing that “Ring Finders Thing”? This was how the conversation started. Richard and his son Rick are owners and operators of a local plumbing company. Richard went on to explain that his son lost his wedding band the night before while fixing some broken and frozen water lines. He told me that Rick played it off as an “Oh Well!”, but Richard could tell that it hurt him to lose. We set a time to meet at the church that afternoon. His last words to me were “Bring your rubber boots.”
Boy, Richard was not kidding about the boots. There was a 60′ open trench exposing the water lines. On each side of this trench was a pile of the hand dug mud, clay and dirt. There was a pump in the trench removing the water to allow an easier search. Richard also explained about another area about 40 yards away where they were using an excavator. The ground between the trench and the area that they unloaded the machinery was chewed beyond recognition by the tracks. I had Richard and Pastor Danny rub there left earlobe and say a quick prayer for luck as I started the search. I searched the grounds between the trench and the excavator first, as I waited for the pumps to do their job. False signals were ever present. I was happy to have the discriminating power of the CTX 30-30. After 15 to 20 minutes of working that side of the trench and its’ diggings, I moved around to the other side. I worked the trench and the diggings without the all familiar “Gold Tone” from the Minelab. I started working a small patch of brush just outside of the dirt pile. I got a crisp signal that looked to be a pull tab in the response, but investigated it anyway. “Whoop, there it is”. There in a clump of mud was Ricky’s wedding band. Richard snatched the ring from my hand and crushed me with a big hug. He and Pastor Danny let out a great big “whoop” and then it happened. “The Ring Dance”. Richard’s smile turned into a quivering chin and a tear swelled under his eye. But big boys don’t cry… It must have been something in his eye.
Richard said he was going to give the ring to Rick for Christmas. I reminded him that Rick’s wife might decide to replace it for a gift and that he needed to let her in on the idea. Richard couldn’t stand it though, and wrapped it up and presented it to Rick that afternoon. It was a rewarding hunt for me to be able to help friends, as most of the time I am getting calls from complete strangers.
This blog story has been waiting for a few months to be written. As I write this, it is 32 degrees outside. Nobody, including me, is walking on the beaches of the Grand Strand. This morning I am dreaming of warmer days.
I got a phone call from Abraham the last week of August. Abraham had lost a 14kt white gold wedding band. Abraham and his lovely wife Rebecca were vacationing in Myrtle Beach. Abraham explained that they were riding jet skis launched from the beach at one of the rental areas along The Strand when he noticed his missing wedding band. My thoughts upon hearing this were, “Great! That ring could be anywhere, including a half mile out in the Atlantic Ocean”. Abraham went on to explain that as he was getting off of the jet ski he got tangle in the safety cut off switch lanyard. Abraham fell into the 2 feet of water. After righting himself he noticed that his wedding band was missing. He felt certain that that is where the ring came off. Abraham and Rebecca had returned home to the Philly area, but wondered if I could help.
After researching the tide cycles from the previous day, I felt like low tide at the waters edge was my best bet. I got to the beach of the jet ski rental and noticed that people were returning the skis in a 100 yard area. I asked one of the attendants if he was aware of the ring that was lost the day before. “Yea, somewhere out in that area” was not much help to me. I decided to work a smaller grid on the south end of this area to start, then expand the grid as needed. After working the grid for 20 minutes I got a great signal. It was actually the first signal I got. Abraham’s white gold wedding band shone brightly in the bottom of my sand scoop. As I was taking pictures of the ring on the back of one of the skis the attendant came to the realization that I had found the ring. Another attendant explained that he thought Abraham had left a reward at the rental office. I talked with the office to make sure Abraham did not leave any money on the table. What I found was a “promissory note” for a very handsome reward. I sent a text to Abraham, and a picture of his wedding band. His response came back after a few minutes, “I could just kiss you, and I don’t even know you”. I laughed and told him I would only accept a kiss from Rebecca. Abraham’s ring is now back on his finger in Philly, and all is right with the world.
Abraham, thank you for the reward. 15% has been donated the Shrine Children’s Hospital Road Runners.
Abraham and Rebecca Are Camera Shy.
I received an email as well as a phone call from Rick. “I just lost my wedding band in the surf in Myrtle Beach”. I was finishing up with a customer of my business. I just happen to have my detector in the truck and told Rick I would be there in 30 minutes. It is always great for us when you can meet somebody on site that was affiliated with the loss. It helps so much with information and location. We don’t have to be mind readers. Many times we are operating with phone calls, Google Earth and a persons memory. The more somebody pays attention to their surroundings at the time of the loss helps in all cases.
I met Rick and his daughter at the beach in front of their resort. We walked to the area that he lost his wedding band and Rick told me he paced it off from the Lifeguard stand. 14 paces this way, 20 paces that way and Rick announced that he was standing on his ring. Rick stared down into the knee deep water and just could not see his wedding band. The band of love that his wife Laura had placed on his finger years before. Rick was so confident that he was standing within feet of his ring. I fired up my CTX 30-30, had everybody rub their left earlobe, and began to search. Rick, and another well wisher, had become so planted in this spot that I had to ask them politely to give me some room to work. I worked a grid of 30 feet by 30 feet for 10 minutes or so and was becoming frustrated with no signal to my ears. I asked Rick how the ring came off his finger, and he explained that his back was to the water when a wave smacked him from behind. I thought about how the ring would have traveled with the wave for several feet before settling into the sand. I moved to the water’s edge of a dropping tide and moved just a few feet to hear that beautiful Minelab gold tone. I approached Rick and held out my sand scoop to let him pluck his white gold wedding band from its bottom. “No way… You found it”! shouted Rick and his well wishing friend. Within 30 minutes we replaced Rick’s look of worry with a huge smile. Rick placed the ring on his finger and just stared at it for a moment. (“The Ring Dance”)
As Ring Finders, we come to a search equipped with the tools of our craft. But, The first tool in the search is the information we get from the person that lost their precious belongings. When you lose something, when you can, pay attention to everything that is around you. Find landmarks, place a marker, pace off distances and try to get us within feet of your treasure. The person that lost something is the first tool in any search. Great job Rick, in putting me in the right location. All the best to you and your family. And thank you for the generous reward.
I received an email July 22nd from Todd about a lost wedding band. Todd was enjoying the beach with family, six days ago, with his wife Danielle and three children. Playing in the water near high tide, Todd felt the ring come off his finger in the waist deep surf. The loss happened 6 days before on the 16th. Joking about being in the “Dog House” with his loving bride Danielle, he asked if I thought it was possible to find his ring. The very ring that she put on his finger 9 years before.
Todd told me that he lost the ring between Beach Access 1 and Beach Access 2. I said, “Todd that is a block of beach and it was six days ago”. I was not feeling good about this already. Todd then explained that when he felt the ring slide off he paused and composed himself and got some good landmarks on the beach. He told me about a beach house that had a set of stairs that came out to the beach a little farther than the other beach house stairs. He said He was just a couple yards south of that when he lost his ring. Low tide that afternoon was going to be around 3 as I went to the beach to search. When I got there I found the beach packed with beach goers. I knew that I would have a hard time holding any kind of grid pattern so I returned home. I would get up at 4 in the morning and work the beach without the hindrance of all the people. Getting to the beach in the dark I walked until I got to the set of stairs Todd had told me about. I started what was going to be a 40 yard grid in shin deep water, working back to dry sand. It was about 30 to 40 minutes when I got a crisp signal on my “old friend”(CTX 30-30). Pin Point was telling me 12 inches as I set the sand scoop to work. It was just getting light enough to see the ring in the bottom of the scoop. I laughed to myself, alone on the beach, and did “The Ring Dance” as the sunrise was just breaking the morning. I sent Todd a text message showing him my office for that moment, along with another picture of his lost wedding band. He responded almost immediately with his disbelief and joy. I knew he was probably doing his own ring dance in Kentucky. I have to give Todd credit for composing his anxieties and paying attention to his surroundings when he felt the ring leave his finger. Without that knowledge to work with I may never have found it. Great Job in putting me on the right spot.