Cell Phone Lost While Plowing Snow In North Berwick, Maine Found With A Metal Detector




I got a text from David, who had been playing ball with his dog in the yard. After an errant throw, David went to a bush to retrieve the ball and after getting the ball, he realized that his gold wedding ring was gone. He knew where he was when he realized it was gone, but didn’t know if the ball-throwing or the rooting around in the bush had caused the ring to come off. He’d searched the area himself, but had not been able to find the ring. The yard was covered in thick grass and the non-grassy area (under the bushes) was covered in black shredded rubber mulch. He showed me the bush in question and also showed me where he had been standing for his throws to the dog.
I brought out my detector and decided to start under the bush. I turned it on, made a few minor adjustments, and started to swing. I don’t think I swung the detector more than 4 or 5 seconds when I got a solid hit. I expected it to be a nail or some kind of garden spike, so I was genuinely surprised when I cleared away the top layer of mulch and exposed his ring. I think the ring came off when he was retrieving the ball, and when he went back to search for it, he inadvertently moved the black mulch just enough to cover it. David said he’d had the ring on his finger for more than 40 years, so he was extremely happy to get it back where it belonged. Another happy ending!

Received a text from Dylan about him having lost his key fob, and other important keys, while shovelling a driveway couple days ago (he is looking after his friend’s property while they are away on vacation). After shovelling about four feet wide along the driveway, he noticed that the key fob was missing from his jacket. After looking extensively for it with no luck, Dylan’s brother showed up with spare key fob so he could at least drive back home. He went back the next day to look for it again, with no luck, and finish shovelling the rest of the driveway. I met up with him today and after listening to what had happened, he was sure the keys would be on the left end side of the driveway, in the snow bank. Long story short, keys ended up being found in the snow bank on the right side of the driveway. Another happy ending, considering how expensive it is to replace key fobs and multiple other keys. Life is good!


I received the following message, at 7:30am, Monday January 27th,
“Hello, my name is Marissa B****. I’m located in Newmarket, New Hampshire . Um, I was just calling, um, to see if someone could come out and help me potentially very quickly. Um, I was getting snow off my car and my ring fell off my finger and it’s somewhere in the snow and I’ve just been searching for it and I didn’t know if someone just could come and help me. I live in an apartment building and they’re gonna come plow soon. Um, so I was just wondering if you could help me out, my number is 603-***_****. Thank you very much.”
I immediately called Marissa back and I could tell she was upset by her cracking voice and what sounded like sobbing. Marissa explained that as she was cleaning her vehicle off, her White Gold and Yellow Diamond Engagement Ring had come off and landed in the snow. Marissa and her fiance’ had searched the snow where the ring had fallen but they couldn’t find it. To add even more pressure, the snowplows, that plow the large apartment complex, were just a few buildings away and would be at her building, within two hours. She asked if I could come down there, ASAP, and search. Without hesitation I told Marissa, I would load my equipment up and be there as soon as I could. I also asked her to not have the plows, plow where her car was parked, until I could get there. I knew Newmarket, was just a little SW of Portsmouth New Hampshire and was an hour away, from our home in Saco, Maine, on a good day. This morning the roads were still slick, with black ice and the plows were still out. Hopefully, The Maine Turnpike would be all clear. Marissa agreed to talk with the plow operators, should they arrive, before I do.
Once I was on the road, I called a still emotional Marissa and told her I was already on the Maine Turnpike and gave her an ETA. As soon as I told her that, I could hear a little relief, in her voice . Just knowing someone was on their way to help her, calmed her down. As Cheryl and I made our way down to New Hampshire, the traffic was flowing smoothly, although a little slower, than normal. We arrived at her apartment complex in approximately 1 1/4 hours, about 15 minutes slower, than usual. Once we got out of the vehicle, a cold stiff wind hit us. Temperature at the arrival time was 10 degrees with a feel like wind chill temperature of -2 degrees, brrrrr🥶🥶🥶
We were met by Marissa and she showed me where her car was parked, when her engagement ring came off. It was a very small area and I could see all the disturbed snow, where Marissa and her fiance’ had been searching, without any luck. After throwing a gold test ring, in the snow and showing Marissa how the metal detector works, I got down to business. I performed an east/west grid search. A few targets were heard but I knew they weren’t the engagement ring. I then searched the area again, this time in a north/South grid pattern. Still no engagement ring was found. I had only been searching for 10 minutes and already had searched the very small area, twice, with no luck. I then expanded the search, to just over the piles of snow and within a few minutes, I received the tone I was listening for. A nice low tone, reading 15-16 on the detectors VDI screen. A classic gold target, for a small ring. I grabbed my pinpointer and located the target, in the snow. Once located , I could see the outline of a ring, with some stones but couldn’t make out the color of the stone. I wanted to surprise Marissa so without telling her I had found the ring, I asked her about the color of the stone and she replied “The diamond, yellow”. I then reached down, picked up the ring, from the snow and asked, “Is this it?’ As Marissa walked towards me I could see her eyes welling up and she then thanked me, as she turned away from the camera. Marissa then gave me a hug and I could see the happy tears. What a great feeling it is to be able to help people like Marissa. She was possibly an hour away from having her diamond plowed and lost forever or even damaged, beyond repair. As the weather was brutally cold, Marissa then went back inside her apartment and Cheryl and I quickly jumped back in our vehicle and turned the heat up.
Being retired came into play today because if I was still working, a regular job, , I would not have been able to leave immediately and who knows what might have happened, with the ring. As I always preach, time is of the essence and this was a situation that proves that’s saying. So Cheryl and I went hunting for a HOT Dunkin” coffee for her, for our drive home. Once she got a little coffee in her, Cheryl became a happy camper. I was a happy camper, as soon as I saw Mariss’s engagement ring, in the snow. Another ring, back on the owners finger and I truly have the best job, in the world.❤️🙏


Frosty Dog Fred….
Loves the snow, so just the other night Derek let him out in the yard to do dog stuff. Well, more time passed as usual, so Derek looked out and didn’t see Fred. Derek went out and found Fred hiding out in about a foot of snow. Reaching for him thinking something was wrong Fred bolted off and started to zigzag thru more snow. By time Derek got him back inside he noticed his ring missing. With my MXT metal detector I started a simple grid search thru the deep snow and got a great signal. Pinpointing down thru the snow revealed Derek’s ring partially frozen to the top of the grass. Carefully removing it I placed it in Derek’s hand to thaw. Excited to have his ring back he decided next time to handle things differently with frosty dog Fred….should he decide to play opossum again!
Jonathan





Charissa was trying to get her cat out of a tree in her back yard. Shaking a branch did not work so she climbed in the tree and finally was successful. After getting back on the ground, she realized her diamond ring was not on her finger. She looked for it around the tree without luck. We then got the call for help. We had her describe where she had walked in the yard and climbed in the tree before she noticed the ring was gone. We hunted the area for about a half hour before Carrie found it. The odd thing was, we both had searched that area before Carrie located it. The area was where she had held onto a small branch and shook it in an attempt to scare the cat. As hard as it is to imagine, did the ring get stuck on that branch and fall after we had both made a first pass through that area? Either that or we’re really not that good.
Harry contacted me about a ring lost in Watchaug Pond. Here’s what he wrote about the experience: “I lost my wedding ring that I had worn for 20 years in late summer of 2024. I was playing ball while swimming with my son in Watchaug Pond, and the ball jammed my finger. I shook my hand and watched as the ring flew off into chest-deep water. I looked for it but didn’t find it. Figured I would never see it again. Fast forward more than a year and my neighbor saw a story about Gary finding a ring for someone in Ninigret Park. I reached out and through their dedication and kindness, Gary and Wayne, both members of The Ring Finders, met me at the pond. After about 40 minutes of searching, they located my ring at the bottom of the pond and I go it back.” We are thankful that we were able to help Harry recover his wedding ring.
I received a call about a lost ring from a mother who explained that her daughter, Chris, had lost a small ring on the beach. Chris had the ring since she was a child and still wore it on her small finger. The mother told me that it was lost on the beach right next to Misquamicut Beach. I searched that beach in the area where she said the ring was lost but couldn’t find it. When I contacted them to give an update on my search, Chris clarified the location, which was actually on Misquamicut Beach. Unfortunately, I had been searching the wrong beach. Four days later, I went back to the correct location and found the ring in two hours. I mailed the ring back to them in Connecticut because they don’t live close by. Chris was happy to have her special ring back!
I was out detecting the beach when Omar came up to me and asked for my help. He lost his wedding ring when it flew off of his finger and landed somewhere in the sand near his blanket. He tried digging around to find it but didn’t have any luck. I agreed to help him. After searching for his ring for two minutes, I located it in the sand. Omar was so happy to have his ring back.
Dan contacted me to ask for my help in finding his lost wedding ring. This is Dan’s story of what happened…” When setting my boat anchor, my wedding ring got caught on the chain and went flying into Ninigret Pond over two weeks ago. My own attempts to find the ring were wildly unsuccessful and I had pretty much accepted the fact that my 15-year-old wedding ring was lost to the depths of Davey Jones locker. My last-ditch effort was to search google for a local detectorist, and after a two-minute inquiry, I found Gary Bonin of The Ring Finders right in Charlestown………..We set off on a boat trip to find my ring! After arriving at the location and showing Gary the general area where I thought the ring would be, he located it in under 20 minutes! The ring was almost unrecognizable after two weeks in salt water which turned my white gold ring into yellow gold! Even more ironic, when I identified the ring from the engraving with the date of our wedding, Gary remarked ‘oh, that’s my birthday’. After using polishing compound once I got home, the ring is back to its old “white gold ” self. I cannot recommend Gary and The Ring Finders enough. Before you give up hope your ring or other valuables are lost to the beach or ocean, call Gary!”