Simon had been laying out a course in some paddocks near Kamo, outside Whangarei on a hot January day.
Afterwards, he headed to a water trough, removed his gloves and plunged his hands into the cool water.
As he walked away shaking his hands to dry them off, he noticed his wedding ring was missing.
The sludge in the bottom of the trough was searched several times for the lost ring and his wife hired a metal detector, but without experience their efforts were in vain.
Fast forward six months, and I was on the road to meet Simon at the paddock to see what I could do.
He had been held up, so I got started.
Twenty minutes later I sent Simon a photo of a muddy ring, found some distance from the trough likely having been flung as he shook his hands.
He arrived just a few minutes later – not quite believing I had already found it.
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