After a day of 6 hours of searching for a wedding band I was hoping for a day of relaxation before the tides would come around to the point I could get back into the water for another search. Then the phone rang while I was out mowing my yard’s grass. Rachel at a local resort called and left a message that a vacationer had just lost his wedding band on the beach. When I returned the call I spoke with Katie. Yes, she and her father needed my help. However, my pork chop would not wait, I had to eat. There is no telling how long a search may take and I needed the energy packed food, the ring was not going anywhere. It was being well looked after. Well in 45 minutes I was on the beach and searching.
Dave had been watching over a covey of fun filled relatives. One niece, Erin, tossed him a football, that did it. Dave’s wedding band was flying over the beach, dropping onto and then vanished into the soft sand. An hour of crawling on and moving the sand around did not uncover the ring. I arrived to a very warm welcome and cheers not only from the one group but others that had been watching Dave doing his thing on the beach while looking for his ring. I was told watching Dave was quite amusing. Sorry I had missed his antics, I was there to find the ring.
The ring was either gold, white gold, silver, platinum. OK, it was agreed on to called the ring silver in color. That meant my detector could display a wider range of ID numbers on my detector, but that would not keep me from finding it. After three signals from aluminum bottle cap pieces a solid 58 rang up on the detector. The ID number was within the white gold range. I had only been searching for about two minutes before I had a wedding band in my scoop. One of the lovely relatives verified the ring was Dave’s. I would not let her take the ring from the scoop, that was to be Dave’s pleasure.
After a few stories, congratulations, Thank Yous, many other coo dos, and photos, I was on my way home to my waiting desert. Not quite a day without detecting, but it is my hobby and I just love seeing a traumatic time turn into a terrific story to tell along with the others of a great vacation on Cape Cod.