Lost Gold Wedding Ring Found in Walled Lake Michigan
Queen of the Waterslide……
…….Remember how much fun it was to go to your grandparent’s house for the day or weekend? I have very fond memories of that! Such was the case with Lauren, her children and other family members who were invited to the grandparent’s place recently to escape the heat. Usually, small kiddie pools were set up but, on this day, grandpa presented a nice waterslide on a hilly portion of his property for them to enjoy. And that they did. Hours went by of sliding and running around up and down the hill, by day’s end everyone was cooled off and waterlogged. While starting to dry off, Lauren noticed her wedding ring was missing. Bewildered, what was she to do as this ring was her grandmother’s that was passed to her for her wedding, so for sure some sentimentality attached to it. Luckily, this was not the grandma’s house who gave her the ring. So, she rented a toy type metal detector and discovered the hill had lots of trash metal from the house construction years ago. I started a grid search using my MXT metal detector knowing the approximate number her ring should be on the metal detector’s meter, thus passing over the junk metal signals. I traipsed up and down the hill where the waterslide was for almost 45 minutes with no ring signal. Lauren was convinced she was nowhere else but on that hill by the waterslide. I started to think otherwise and started to metal detect next to the house where the side door was where everyone was coming in/out. Sure enough a few feet from the door in the thick grass a good metal signal came thru at zero depth, so I felt good about this one. Reaching down in the grass revealed her beautiful ring! Waving at her, she and the children rushed right over. As she smiled reaching down and holding up the ring, I asked…Do you feel like a Queen? She said yes and of the waterslide as well!
Jonathan
I was at a family picnic when I received a call from Anthony, stating that he had just lost his beautiful cross on the beach, somewhere in the area they were sitting. It was early afternoon and I told him I would be able to swing by soon, and to secure the area so nobody else came and setup their beach things in the exact same spot. Anthony assured me that was not a problem because they were there for the entire day, plus the fact he was very anxious to get his cross back where it belonged around his neck. We spoke about the events leading up to the mishap, that’s when he told me about the big creator he and his friends had dug that day in the sand where they were sitting. He said they had all been digging around looking for the cross for quite a while, but were positive it must be there somewhere, because he had spent the best part of the morning there, digging. It was then I asked them to please stop digging otherwise the cross may get buried to deep for my machine to pick it up. When I arrived I could see the creator from the dune walkover, and it was pretty big. Sure enough, it was close to 4′ deep, and roughly 6′ in circumference. I hopped in, scanned the entire bottom and the walls, without even a squeak of a sound from my metal detector. Next, I scanned the piles of sand they had pulled out of the hole with no luck either. I asked them to pull the piles down lower, to an average of no more than 10″ higher than the regular beach level. Once again, no luck anywhere, so only one more place to look was the bottom, after they pulled about 10″ of sand out. Now, with all the sand moving, I assured that the cross was positively NOT in, or anywhere around the crater. So, back to the drawing board, where he mentioned they were tossing a football on the tide line earlier, and that his friend did tackle him there. I told him I really wish he mentioned that earlier, as the tide had been rising very quickly. Once he showed me the area, the cross was in my scoop within 2 minutes. If Anthony told me that one detail of the day, my search would have started there, and all the sand moving could have been eliminated. Lost of detective work is needed to rescue items from their hiding places.
