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.