A couple weeks ago, I received a call from Jennifer. It was 2 days before she had lost her heirloom white gold engagement ring and wedding band. Jennifer had lost them in the surf while throwing a football with her son and husband. (Left Handed).This ring set belonged to her grandmother Helen. Jennifer’s mother had been presented the rings on her 50th birthday. Helen gave instructions to pass the vintage ring set to Jennifer on her 50th birthday. I was very cognizant of the sentimental value of these rings. Talking to Jennifer, she gave me very good information on where she felt the rings would be in relation to tides and area on the beach. Jennifer and family had a fishing charter trip the next day. I headed to the beach without meeting them there. Somehow I missed the tide time on the charts and showed up an hour and a half after the correct time for low tide. Also, the parking meter was not accepting credit cards, so I could only hobble together enough change for an hour and a half search time. I was very frustrated with myself for not being better prepared. The following day I met Jennifer, her husband Mark and their son, on the beach. I had a better fix on the tides and a fist full of quarters for the meter. Prepared Right? After searching for a few minutes I realized I had not plugged any money into the meter, so poor Mark was running back and forth to the parking meter every hour as I searched for the prized ring set. After about 30 minutes I got a great signal on the Excalibur II and scooped a beautiful wedding band laced with diamonds. I motioned for Jennifer. She and Mark joined me in the shallow surf to confirm that I had found the wedding band. We are half way home. Logic would say that the engagement ring would be within feet of the band. I grid and cross grid this area for the next hour. I expanded the grid twice over the next hour with no luck. Losing my low tide window I told them I would return in the next couple days to give it another try. Jennifer and family returned home the next day with one ring and not two. I have since returned to this area 3 more times trying to complete our mission and have failed each time. This is the first time on a multiple ring search that I have returned only one. It really is bitter sweet for everybody concerned. I have not given up on the second ring, but for now the story remains as is. Hopefully I will be able to tell “The Rest of The Story”
Jennifer and Mark, keep rubbing that left earlobe.
I got a phone call Saturday night from Shannon about her lost engagement and wedding band soldered set. Shannon was at the beach the day before with her family. Her Ring set was in a cup holder attached to the beach umbrella. The yellow gold ring set found its way to the powder dry sand after a large wind gust sent the umbrella for a ride. This action caused the wedding band set, a cellphone and a watch to be ejected from the holder. They picked up the phone and watch not thinking about Shannon’s wedding rings. That night she realized that the ring set was missing and remembered having put it in the umbrella stand. After talking about the loss, Shannon and I made arrangements to meet the next morning at the State Park.
I met Shannon and her father the next morning in the parking area near to where she lost her rings. Shannon led the way to the beach. She stood on a spot saying they were about here. I backed up about 10 feet and started my grid search as I walked toward Shannon. She moved out of my way so I could go to work. I walked about 12 feet and got to where Shannon was originally standing. I got a great signal and told her it was going to be her ring or a pull tab. My pin pointer finished the search to her wedding ring set. All was right again with the world. Shannon had her wedding ring back on her finger. I asked Shannon if that would get her out of the dog house. She told me she had not told Carson, her husband of 5 years, yet. I’m sure that it became a “funny thing happened at the beach yesterday” story.
Shannon, Thank You for trusting The Ring Finders with this search, and Thank You for the generous reward.
Once again I got a phone call from Jim Wren TRF about a ring lost in Myrtle Beach. Jim sent me the contact information and I returned Lisa’s phone call. We made arrangements to meet at the beach the next morning to get a low tide window to search for her husband Rob’s wedding band. Meeting Lisa, Rob and friends on the beach I had them all rub their left earlobes for good luck. Rob then walked with me down to the water’s edge as he explained how he lost the ring catching a football. Like Frodo’s ring, it glistened in the sunlight just before disappearing into to waste deep water. I searched for this ring for a couple hours with no luck. I walked up to the group and told them that I was through for the day. They told me they were going to be going home the next morning. “That’s okay” I told them as I assured them I was going to return a couple more times as I felt the ring was still there to be found. Two days later I returned at low tide. After a couple hours of searching I was defeated again. I really felt like that ring was there so it was hard to walk away. Nearly a week later I was talking with Jim Wren about some of our recent searches. Jim had not had a search for a week or so and was bored sitting around the house. I told him that I was going to revisit this location the next day and asked if he wanted to join me. He jumped at the chance. We met at the time and place the next morning and went to work. I used my sand scoop to draw a line in the sand toward the water indicating the center of our search area. I picked one side and he took the other. Working perpendicular to the tide line we entered the water. On our 4th grid line I notice Jim digging a target. He looked up and nodded toward the beach. Sure enough, he had Rob’s wedding band. I sent Lisa a picture and asked if it looked familiar. It did not take her but seconds to respond with a capital YEAH! Jim and I hung on the beach for a few more minutes when Jim asked “Don’t you just hate that”. What I asked. When you ask somebody for help on a ring search and they find it instead of you. “Well yes” but after spending 2 days in the water I was looking for some help. Jim and I both have found rings for each other on more than one occasion. Either way, I’ll take the win. Jim, I think I owe you one.
Rob and Lisa have the wedding band she put on his finger 23 years ago. Amazed smiles tell the rest of the story.
I got a referral call from Jim Wren, TRF Member North Myrtle Beach. He told me he had received a phone call from a young man that lost his cell phone on the beach the night before. Getting the phone number from Jim, I called Nick back on his buddies cell. I met Nick and his friend at the beach an hour later. Nick had a watch that was coupled with his cell phone. We walked to the beach where the watch was telling us the phone should be. At night after all the people are off the beach the city has a beach sweeper that rakes the sand. This sweeper has buried Nick phone. Most of the area was clear of beach goers so I started to work. After 30 minute in the dry sand I was unsuccessful. I politely asked a family who were camped out in the area if I could help them move their stuff so I could search the area where they were sitting. They were happy to oblige me. I started to work again with my trusted Excalibur II. Just a few sweeps in the area they were sitting gave me a scratchy tone. Digging with my hand revealed Nick’s phone. It was unfortunate that the phone had a broken screen. I’m sure the sweep truck had run it over. The phone was still functioning though, so I was relieved Nick could retrieve his stored data. I called him on his buddies phone to let him know I had his phone. He joined me on the beach to get his found phone.
Nick thanks the generous reward, and thanks to Jim Wren for the referral.
I was out of town last weekend for a much deserved break, when I noticed I had a text message from the day before. I called Mary Claire back as soon as I saw her text. She and her husband Andeis were enjoying the newly re-opened beaches (Covid 19) in South Carolina when Andreis lost his wedding band while rinsing his hands off at the waters edge. I asked if I could meet her on the beach tomorrow (Monday) to help put me in a good location. Mary Claire told me she had to work but that she had time that day to go back to the area and take some pictures and try to send some GPS way points as well. She and her husband Andreis did a great job in getting me all the information they could. I told her to be rubbing her left earlobe for good luck on Monday morning. When I went to the beach for Monday’s low tide I started a 20 yard by 40 yard grid in the area I thought it to be. I started a new grid after not finding his ring. Just a few feet outside of the original area I got a nice tone in the phones and a great looking number on my CTX 30-30. My sand scoop produced what was expected to be a nice yellow gold 8mm wedding band. I wasn’t disappointed.
Mary Claire works at one of our local hospitals which was on the way home for me. I called her with the good news. I asked her if she had rubbed her left earlobe that morning. She laughed and replied “No Way”. I met her at the hospital 15 minutes later and reunited her with Adreis’ wedding band. The band she put on his finger 2 years ago.
Mary Claire, Thanks for the generous reward. Also, thank you for your front line efforts in helping people during this pandemic. Good luck in all your future endeavors.
Answering my cell phone, in mid December, revealed a phone call from The Ring Finders own Chris Turner. Chis explained that he had received an email message for a lost ring in Irmo, South Carolina. Chris explained that he and this young lady were not getting responses from other TRF’s in her neighborhood. He asked how far away her location was from Myrtle Beach. Chris seemed to balk in asking me to see if I could help from 3 plus hours away. I told Chris that I often travel thru that area when I go hunting in the upstate of SC. I told Chris to give her my contact info, and that if they still had not gotten a hold of anybody from the Midlands that I would be happy to help.
I got a text message on my phone from Bethany between the holidays asking if I could help her find her engagement ring. I called her back an assured her we should be able to help sometime in the next few weeks as I would be traveling to the upstate to do some coyote hunting. I could catch up with her returning from one of my trips. I asked her about the loss to see what kind of equipment I would carry with me. Bethany explained that in a moment of anger she threw the white gold engagement ring into the wood bordering her in-law’s drive way. The very ring that her husband Cullen had place on her finger in June. No judgement here. I myself have had those”I wish I could take that back” experiences. Bethany explained that the toss happened in October and that she had been heart sick ever since. In fact she had spent several hours on her hands and knees looking for the ring herself.
I met Bethany last weekend at her in-law’s home. She showed me where she flung the ring. Given the brush and scrub on the forest floor I decided to use my Fisher Gold Bug Pro with a 6” coil. Knowing that she was angry at the time of the loss, I started the search a little farther out than she thought the engagement ring should be. I started the grid search moving toward a pine tree 60′ away. Turning back on the second grid line I walked about 10′ and got nice signal that showed a 56 on the interface screen. Pushing aside some pine straw revealed her engagement ring. I walked to where she was sitting on her car and asked her to confirm that I was searching for a white gold ring. She spied it on my little finger as I held it up for her to see. Big smiles and hugs ensued.
Bethany, thank you for the generous reward. I hope you and Cullen share many years together, and congratulations on the expected little one soon to be here. All the best to you and yours.
On my way home from dinner with the misses I got a call from Jim Wren, TRF North Myrtle Beach. He had just gotten a call from Chris who had just lost his cobalt wedding band in Myrtle Beach. Getting the contact info from Jim, I called Chris back. I told Chris I would be there in 30 minutes.
I met Chris on the beach in front of the resort where they were staying. Chris was getting ready to go to dinner with his lovely bride of 8 years. He showed me the place on the beach where they were sitting and then pointed to a place in the surf line where he said he took a spill while exiting the water after swimming. He told me either place was a possibility as he was not sure when the ring came off. I told Chris to go to dinner and I would go to work and that I would contact him If I had good news. I quickly eliminated the 20′ x 30′ area where they were sitting. I moved to the edge of the surf line and started a 100′ line parallel to the water. I noticed a 1 foot deep trough just inside the water’s edge and figured that is where he fell and that is where I will find the ring. Sure enough the second pass in the trough, in knee deep water, gave me a great signal on my Excalibur II detector. BINGO! I sent Chris a message on his phone with a picture. “Looks Like This?” He called me back immediately to confirm that it was his wedding band. He and Jena were driving to dinner, but turned around to retrieve their prized wedding band. This would be a great ending to a successful 2 ring search day.
Chris and Jena thank you for the reward. 15% will be donated to The Children’s Shrine Hospital “Road Runners” Transportation Team.
I received a phone call Saturday night from Sandi. She explained that her husband Brock and son were swimming in the ocean just before sunset and that he lost his wedding band in 4 feet of water. I told Sandi that I would research the tides and call her back. Looking at the tide chart told me another one of those “It was Lost in 4 feet of water at Low Tide” searches. Beach hunters hate these kind of searches, as they are the most difficult hunts to work in pounding surf. I called Sandi back and told her and Brock to meet me at the beach Sunday morning at 7:00.
Meeting the family at the beach the next morning was a chilly 63 degrees, but the water temperature was still holding around 80. We walked down the beach to the approximate area they were swimming the night before. “Right about here” Brock told me. I stripped down to my swim suit and T-shirt, leaving the warmth of pants and a hoodie on the sand. I had all of them rub their left earlobe for homage to The Ring Gods, and the family watched from the beach as I headed out to chest deep water. I was pleased to see that the surf was not a washing machine however, the waves were big. When you are standing in 4 feet of water a 3 foot wave is daunting enough, but the occasional 4 or 5 footer can be devastating. Many times while working a 50 yard area parallel to the beach I was forced to hold my earphones on my head and duck and cover from being smashed. It was difficult to stay on targets and actually dig them by feel between the waves in the crunch zone. Every time I ducked under a wave I would right myself, dump the water out of my earphones, and start again. On a couple of waves I would look up toward the beach. I swear I saw Sandi praying. I wasn’t sure if it was for my safety, or the wedding band. Maybe a little of both. An hour and twenty minutes into the search I got a crisp signal on the Excalibur II. Sending the sand scoop to the target I was relieved that I got it on the first try. Sifting the sand from the scoop revealed a beautiful 8mm, 14kt, gold wedding band. YESSSS! I placed the ring on my little finger and headed for the beach. When I got to where they were sitting I asked them if they really thought I was in a good area. As Brock and son Ben were discussing sunsets and angles I was holding the ring out in my hand. Brock finally noticed the ring first and with a great big smile took it from my hand. Sandi broke into tears (The Ring Dance) and gave me the biggest hardest hug I have had in a long time. She cried on my shoulder while telling me how life had been kicking them around a bit the last year. They had just moved to the beach area from Indiana just two days earlier. After losing the ring they were starting to wonder if life was still kicking them in their new found home. After finding the wedding band all seemed right with the world. I told Brock, Sandi and Ben “Welcome to the neighborhood, and that it was the a positive start to their new home. After some celebrating we took some pictures and parted ways. As they walked back up the beach they were hand in hand. I watched Ben pat his dad on the back several times. The wedding band of 22 years gets to continue it’s story, and I have some new neighbors and new friends. I started humming “It’s a Great Day to be Alive”
I received a phone call on Tuesday from Brandy. She was obviously panicking as she told me she just lost her expensive platinum and diamond engagement ring. She asked if I would travel to Huntington Beach State Park to help her locate her ring that she just dropped into the powder dry sand. I told Brandy that I would be there in 30 minutes. After postponing an appointment, I was on my way.
I arrived at the beach to find a distraught Bandy informing me that the ring would be in that pile of sand between two chairs. After moving the chairs I scanned the appointed pile of sand and did not get a response. I said “The ring is not there” as I could feel Brandy’s, and everybody else in the family, anxieties rise. I quickly started looking in another direction, and just a few feet away was a nice low tone on the CTX 30-30. There it is! I carefully sent my sand scoop into the sand and missed the target. Just before I went to scoop again a niece lying nearby waved me off as she could see the ring just inside the hole I just made. Handing the ring to Brandy, she immediately put her hands on her knees trying to regain her composure. “The Ring Dance”. This week marks Brandy’s and husband Kris’ 1 year anniversary. Happy Anniversary!
I received a phone call from Jim Wren (TRF North Myrtle Beach) on Sunday afternoon around 6:00. Jim had gotten a text from Michelle that her husband Milton had lost his wedding band in the surf earlier in the day. Milton lost his wedding band in knee deep water 2 hours before high tide. When I called Michelle back, I was on my way to dinner with my significant other (Honey Sunny). We set a time to meet about 7:30 to give the tide some time to recede. Michelle and Milton were sure they could put me in a good search area and I felt like this should be a fairly easy hunt. “Never say that”. Donning headlamp and carrying my other gear I met the recently married couple at the resort where they were staying. Working the area they suggested and chasing the receding tide down the beach into the darkness was proving to be more to this search than earlier thought. We made arrangements to try again the next day at low tide, just after lunch. We talked again at length as to how the ring was lost and I went to work with thoughts of a successful hunt. Working the low tide for another 2 hours once again proved to be a negative result. Talking to Michelle before leaving the beach, she said that Milton had mentioned that the ring was loose as he swam in deeper water and that at that time they may have been 30 to 50 yards further north. With this new information I worked in the water for nearly 2 hours in the low tide window Wednesday. Again, no luck. Before leaving the beach on Wednesday I was talking to Milton and he told me that maybe when he lost his ring that he thought they were more south. I broke away from work once again Thursday and tried moving my grid south, from mid beach to waist deep water. Once again with the same negative result. At this point all of us are frustrated. I told Milton that I was going to suspend the search for this ring but that I would come back to the area occasionally and give it another try. They were leaving, returning home to Maryland, the next day without Milton’s wedding band. I was sure this ring was there and I told Milton not to buy a replacement for a couple months and we would see what might happen. Well, my OCD self couldn’t leave this ring alone. I called my father Saturday and asked if he wanted to go to accompany me to the beach to do a ring search. He does not metal detect but enjoys watching from his beach chair. Having exhausted a 60 yard by 140 yard area the other 4 hunts, I once again expanded the grid search to the south. Working a grid from mid beach into thigh deep water at yet another low tide, I got a strong signal on my 3rd pass. I dug up a very nice satin gold TC 850 ring. I was pretty sure this was Milton’d ring. I walked back to where my father was sitting and got my phone to take a picture. Sending it to Michelle’s cell number to see if this was Milton’s ring. I asked my father to monitor the phone as I went back to searching. I did not want to loose the low tide opportunity if this was not his ring. About 30 minutes later I saw my dad waving me down to a phone call. Michelle confirmed this was Milton’s wedding band. The same band that she placed on his finger back in March. Another happy ending.
15% of all rewards are donated to The Shrine Children’s Hospital “Road Runners” Transportation Team.