After a day at yachting Steve could not resist playing with a few quahog clams while wading back ashore. Unfortunately the cool water helped his ring slip from its normal resting place of many years. Hours of hand sifting and eyeballing the river’s bottom for the ring did not coax it back out of the water.
Steve wanted nothing to do with a replacement ring. With a tip from a friend Steve found my number at TheRingFinders.com, called and left a message. I had been out and missed his call. As my luck is Steve was busy getting a haircut – yes the barber was open for his second day. With his neat looking head of hair Steve returned my call without listening to my message. Forty-five minutes later we were heading down the path to the boathouse and beyond to the wharf.
Steve borrowed a pair of water-shoes to wade out into the river and show me just where his ring should be. I started to search a bit closer to the wharf than I was told. But then again I always start to the outside of the Box. My third swing and I had a great signal. My first, second and third scoop were empty. But the signal was still there although it had moved from the center of my first digs. Fourth scoop and as much as I liked the sound of the signal I would not have been surprised to see a pull tab in my scoop. But not this time the only object was this large beautiful wedding band.
Steve removed the ring from the scoop, put it back on his finger. There to stay. A bit choked up, Steve was still able to thank me. Smiles and Thank You were my reward. I love this hobby of mine. If I did not know better I think I can see a bit of a tear in the photo. I’d have to guess it was Steve’s wife who shed the tear of joy. I forgot to take pictures at the river’s edge. Steve had not. I had to ask him to take a photo or two for me. Don’t you just love the amazing picture of the ring? There is not another one that could have replace such a sentimental piece of love and togetherness. All in the name of love.