This blog story has been waiting for a few months to be written. As I write this, it is 32 degrees outside. Nobody, including me, is walking on the beaches of the Grand Strand. This morning I am dreaming of warmer days.
I got a phone call from Abraham the last week of August. Abraham had lost a 14kt white gold wedding band. Abraham and his lovely wife Rebecca were vacationing in Myrtle Beach. Abraham explained that they were riding jet skis launched from the beach at one of the rental areas along The Strand when he noticed his missing wedding band. My thoughts upon hearing this were, “Great! That ring could be anywhere, including a half mile out in the Atlantic Ocean”. Abraham went on to explain that as he was getting off of the jet ski he got tangle in the safety cut off switch lanyard. Abraham fell into the 2 feet of water. After righting himself he noticed that his wedding band was missing. He felt certain that that is where the ring came off. Abraham and Rebecca had returned home to the Philly area, but wondered if I could help.
After researching the tide cycles from the previous day, I felt like low tide at the waters edge was my best bet. I got to the beach of the jet ski rental and noticed that people were returning the skis in a 100 yard area. I asked one of the attendants if he was aware of the ring that was lost the day before. “Yea, somewhere out in that area” was not much help to me. I decided to work a smaller grid on the south end of this area to start, then expand the grid as needed. After working the grid for 20 minutes I got a great signal. It was actually the first signal I got. Abraham’s white gold wedding band shone brightly in the bottom of my sand scoop. As I was taking pictures of the ring on the back of one of the skis the attendant came to the realization that I had found the ring. Another attendant explained that he thought Abraham had left a reward at the rental office. I talked with the office to make sure Abraham did not leave any money on the table. What I found was a “promissory note” for a very handsome reward. I sent a text to Abraham, and a picture of his wedding band. His response came back after a few minutes, “I could just kiss you, and I don’t even know you”. I laughed and told him I would only accept a kiss from Rebecca. Abraham’s ring is now back on his finger in Philly, and all is right with the world.
Abraham, thank you for the reward. 15% has been donated the Shrine Children’s Hospital Road Runners.
Abraham and Rebecca Are Camera Shy.
Tuesday morning, I was surfing the net and noticed a CL listing of a lost engagement ring in North Myrtle Beach. I called Jim Wren (TRF North Myrtle Beach). I told Jim about the posting and he should look into it. The young lady was asking for help. Jim told me he just got an email about a ring in NMB. As we talked we realized this was the same ring. Jim told me that he could not find the motel name in NMB, but there was one in Myrtle Beach. Jim waited for a phone call from Mandy, the young lady with the lost ring, for more details. Jim called me back and said it was lost in Myrtle and that I should take the search. Jim was the TRF contact so we left it at that and did the search together.
Mandy’s ring was lost at high tide four days ago, as she stood knee deep in a pounding shore break. A wave sent her for a loop. As she picked herself up she realized her ring was gone. With our area of description identified we began our search. Jim and I were each searching our own 30 x 50 yard grid as the tide was rising and eating beach area. It began to pour rain as we began. I brought a rain coat and hat but Jim did not. I passed a soaked Jim as I leap-frogged his grid and started another to his south. Jim leap-frogged me again, south. Jim was certain that the ring was not in the two hundred yards of beach that we covered, so north he went. Jim started working his north grid high on the slope. I was following behind Jim on the water line to where Jim worked his northern area. Concerned we were losing beach to the tide I stayed low on the beach and worked the water’s edge into shin deep water. About fifty paces into our northern area I got a nice signal on my CTX 30-30. I waited for the shore break waves to stop pounding the signal area and sent the scoop to the target. As I rinsed the scoop with the next wave, I could see the ring in the scoop. I nodded to Jim as I walked to dry sand. Did I say dry sand. Jim and I smiled and did “The Ring Dance” as we were soaked to the bone.Jim and I had both skipped lunch to do this search. Hungry, cold and wet we walked to a beachfront grill to find a dry area and something to eat.
Now, Jim and I have a running bet as to who finds the most TRF recoveries each year. This begs the question, how to figure this hunt into our scoreboard. Do we each get half, each one, me one, or Jim one? “Who’s On First?” I guess we will figure it out like gentlemen. The most important thing is that Mandy will have her engagement ring back on her finger when she says her vows next week. Jim is sending the ring back to a very happy young lady.
Mandy and James, You have started your marriage with luck on your side… All the best in the future.
Jim, you are a tenacious TRF recovery master. All the best to you as well.