I received a text message on Tuesday morning, August 5th. This is the message

“Good morning,
I lost my wedding band last night at Drake’s Island Beach in Wells, Maine around 6pm. The tide was coming in and I was in the water when it came off. The area probably won’t be searchable until after lunchtime. Please let me know if you think you can help.
Thank you,
Colby *******”
I immediately replied
“Hi Colby, So sorry to hear this. Would you be able to show me the area you lost it in?”
Colby replied
“Yes what time could we meet? Low tide is around 3pm.”
I replied
“Looking at the tide chart, 6:00pm, last night was approximately 2 hours before high tide. Today’s low tide is at 2:49pm. If I get there at 12:00noon, that would be 3 hours after this morning’s high tide and the tide will still be going out for another 3 hours. Depending how far out in the water you were, the ring may be recovered, just under the wet sand.”
Colby then told me he was approximately 75-100 feet, from the jetty. He was in the water throwing a football around with his son, when he felt the ring come off his finger and plop right into the water, just in front of him. Colby said the waves were of a good size and stirring up the sand, making it impossible to visually search for his wedding ring, of 19 years. Colby said he was just heartbroken that the ring was gone.
After a restless night, he was talking with his wife when he remembered about me, finding rings, for people. He told me he has been following my adventures for the last few years but his wife hadn’t heard of me and was a little skeptical, so to speak. This is when Colby reached out to me. We made plans to meet, in the parking lot, on Drakes Island, Maine at 12:00pm. I then looked at the webcam, from the beach across the river, from Drakes Island Jetty, in Wells Beach. I didn’t like what I saw because the waves still looking big and rough. The ring may have been moved by the large waves, at the time it was lost and before it came to rest, under the sand. Thinking about this I decided that I should bring Gary Hill, in on the search. The area just expanded and this would require help, getting as much area searched as possible, before low tide. I called Gary and he didn’t answer. Approximately 15 minutes later, Gary called me back and he was just leaving the Dentist office and would love to help me search.
So at 11:15am, Cheryl, myself and Gary headed to Drake’s Island, in Wells Beach, Maine. We arrived just before 12:00pm and pulled into the parking lot. As luck would have it, we parked right next to Colby’s truck. We then all walked down to the beach and Colby showed us the area he and his son had been throwing the football. We decided the area to be searched would be from the lifeguard stand, to the jetty. We then determined the halfway point between the two, dug a hole at the halfway point and decided that Gary would search from the halfway point to the Jetty and I would grid search from the halfway point to the lifeguard stand. We also started higher up on the beach, than Colby had been, because we just didn’t know if the heavy surf had pushed the wedding ring up towards the shore. As Gary and I searched, we were finding very few targets and the targets we were getting, were just small bits of aluminum and pull tabs. As we made our way down the sloped beach, towards the water, I couldn’t help but think that the wedding ring couldn’t be this far down the beach, near the water. Colby had lost the ring just 2 hours before high tide and it was now 1:30pm and we were just about an hour away from low tide. From where Colby thought he was, to where we now were was 100’ down the beach, closer to the water. Could the waves, with the help of the beach being sloped down towards the water, move the ring that much? Or had Colby misidentified how far down on the beach he had been. I called Gary and Colby over and we decided that I was searching to far to the north and that we would now have Gary start searching closer to the jetty and I would stay along the water, by shifting my search to the south, by about 50-60 feet. We only had an hour left before low tide and I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that the ring hadn’t been found by now. Continuing the search, with the new parameters, nothing was being found other than the trash, we had been finding. Gary was making his way up the beach, along the jetty and I had now caught the water line. Waves were now rushing up and over my feet and coil. There was no way the ring was down this far and I decided to just do another grid line, or two, along the water and then start searching closer to the jetty also. It was now 2:10pm, with only another 40 minutes, before low tide. As I was making my way south, towards the jetty, I received a solid mid sounding tone, registering a 38 on the VDI screen. My depth reading was from 0 to 2 inches deep. I sized up the spot and dug a hole, throwing the scoop of sand, onto the hard packed wet sand. I then ran my coil over the hole and the target was no longer there. I ran the coil over the pile of sand and the target was in the pile of sand. When I looked down at the pile of sand, I could see the roundness, of a ring. I had found Colby’s wedding ring. Colby had gone back up to the parking lot, for a moment, so I called him and told him I think I had found his ring, unless someone else had lost a similar ring, in the same area. I was going to leave the ring untouched, until Colby got here, so he could have the honor of removing the ring, from the pile of sand. Colby arrived just a few minutes later and I told him to get the ring and see if it was his. Colby reached down, removed the ring and said “That’s it”. I then congratulated Colby and he thanked us. Colby then put his wedding ring on and said, “Back where it belongs”. Colby then gave us all hugs and thanked us each, individually, for helping to find his ring. He then took a photo of the ring on his finger and sent it to his wife. We were all smiling at this point and just so happy to have been able to find Colby’s wedding ring. As Colby told us, he just didn’t feel right, without his wedding ring of 19 years. It wasn’t the monetary value of the ring, it was what the ring meant to him. His marriage of 19 years, to his wife, his children, everything about his ring, related back to his family. That is the story for most people who’ve lost a wedding ring. It’s a memory of all the good things, in your family life. Now Mike’s ring has a new chapter, to his rings story. Gary, Cheryl and myself got another hug from Colby as we were preparing to leave and Colby gave us another heartfelt thank you to us once again. He was smiling ear to ear as we all drove off. What a great feeling for us to be able to help people like Colby. 😀❤️🙏