On Monday morning, November 17th, I received a call from Andrew. His 89 year old Grandfather, Arthur, had lost his yellow gold wedding ring, three weeks prior, on his property, in Rochester New Hampshire. Now here’s the kicker, Arthur has been married and has been wearing this same ring for 70 years. WOW!!! I need to find this very sentimental, 70 year old wedding ring.
Arthur, although 89 years young still did work around his property and on the day he lost his wedding ring, had been throwing down bark mulch, along the flowers and plants, that ran along the house. Once Arthur had finished and was inside the house, he noticed his wedding ring, was no longer on his finger. Subsequent searches by Arthur, his daughter and Andrew, came up empty. A metal detector had also been used on the mulch beds and still no ring was found. The family’s thought was that the ring may be further down below the plastic that Arthur had put down in the flower beds, before throwing down the bark mulch. Andrew asked if I could come and give it a shot. He told me the area was very small, telling me, “ Facing the house (front) there’s two sections of mulch spread out in about a 20’x20′ area. The mulching to the left side (while facing the house) is where he believes he lost the ring. Let me know when you are planning on heading there and I will meet you there.” Perfect, a small area and I told Andrew that I could be there by 12 noon.
Cheryl Sargent Boothby and I left the Saco Main Street area and arrived at Andrew’s grandfathers house, in Rochester, New Hampshire, in just over an hour later. When we arrived, there was no one there. I messaged Andrew and he was on his way and would be there in approximately 15 minutes. I told him I would start searching without him. I looked at the mulch beds and knew I could search the entire area in just 10 minutes. As usual, there is a lot of metal along houses. Rebar in the concrete foundation and stairs, the bulkhead, garden lighting, etc.. I was hoping I wouldn’t get too much interference, from all this metal. As I started my search, Andrew’s mother, Arthur’s daughter arrived. I told her that I had only one target in the mulch bed, that was even remotely close to gold and it was deeper than the mulch. It was under the plastic tarp, Arthur had laid down, prior to applying the mulch. We cut the tarp open and the target was just a piece of a small aluminum clamp. I finished the mulch beds and still no ring, when Andrew arrived. I showed him what I had found and told me that the ring, is not in the mulch bed but I would search it a second time and asked him if he would like to use my other metal detector and search also. Andrew was all for it and after getting the machine set up and a quick lesson for andrew, we search the mulch beds again. 5 minutes later, we finished and the same results, no ring. I then started asking Andrew many questions, “Did your grandfather work anywhere else on the property? Where were the bags of mulch placed, when he was grabbing and opening them? Had he thrown the discarded bags away”. Had he walked around the grass anywhere?” Andrew didn’t know the answers to these questions, other than the bags of bark mulch had been just a few feet from the bulkhead. I was really concerned that the ring ended up in a discarded bag of mulch and thrown away. He could easily have lost the ring when he was reaching into the bags and grabbing mulch. Andrews mother checked the shed but the bags had already been discarded and were gone. He did lose it three weeks ago, so now the ring could be anywhere. I told Andrew we just needed to expand the search, to the lawn, around the mulch beds. We would start along the house, grid back and forth, working our way further away from the house. I was on the side of the house, near the bulkhead and Andrew was on the front left corner of the house, as you faced the house. My first pass yielded nothing. I turned, took a half step away from the house and headed back towards the bulkhead and left front corner, of the house. Just as I arrived at the bulkhead, I received the unmistakable sound of a non ferrous low conducting metal. Could it be Arthur’s gold ring, foil, aluminum pull tab, another small piece of an aluminum clamp? The detector was going off nice and loud, repeating the signal. Andrew stopped and was watching me. I looked down and it took me a second but I could see a nice round circular piece of metal, pressed into the ground and it was gold in color. It was a ring, Arthur’s ring. Andrew was still looking at me and I said, “I found it, I got the ring.” Andrew just yelled out in joy and told me, as he walked over to me, that as he was watching me, he saw my eyes get big and my face had changed into a big happy face. He knew I had something good. Andrew thanked me many times and shook my hand, saying, “You guys are the best.”. In just 30-35 minutes of searching and the mood had definitely grown happier. I always feel great to hear praise like that. Arthur’s wedding ring was pressed, into the ground, flush. It is my opinion that the ring would never have been seen, in that position. It blended right in with the surrounding grass. It appears that the ring had been stepped on, probably while Arthur was still working in the area, or while everyone was walking around searching, for the ring, 3 weeks earlier. Andrew then called his mother, who had left, to tell her the good news. Unfortunately, I was not able to meet Arthur and reunite him with his 70 year old wedding ring, that he has been without, for the past 3 weeks. Arthur and his wife, are out of town, on a trip. Andrew would be calling him up and telling him the good news. So, another ring is going back on the finger and there are smiles all around. I have the best job in the world.😀❤️🙏
We got a call yesterday on a lost class ring while flying bread off his back deck. His technique was good but a little to much wrist snap which caused his ring to fly off some distance. Found by my wife Anne and her AT Max. She said it showed jumping numbers from 40 to 80 . I’m thinking the mixed alloys in some class rings will read like that.
