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Sterling Silver Wedding Ring Lost In The Sand, Found With A Metal Detector, At Goochโ€™s Beach, Kennebunk, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐‘๐… ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ: ๐€ ๐–๐„๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐‚๐‡’๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’
The call to action can arrive at any moment, and on Tuesday, July 21st, late in the morning, a text message popped up on my phone from a client named Kate. The message read: “Hello, I lost a ring this morning on Goochโ€™s beach. Would you be able to look for it? I believe it is in front of this house in the sand.” Along with the message was a photo of a beach house with its address right there on the Kennebunk coast. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿก

I immediately called Kate back to get the crucial details. She explained that she had been out enjoying the morning surf. Before hitting the waves, she took off her precious Sterling Silver Wedding Ring and tucked it safely inside her shirt pocket. Once she was finished surfing, she gathered up her beach gear, packed up, and headed homeโ€”completely forgetting the ring was still loose in her pocket. It wasn’t until she arrived home that reality hit, and she realized the ring was gone. ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ ๐Œ๐€๐๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐”๐“ ๐†๐‘๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐™๐„๐‘๐Ž ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐†๐‹๐„ ๐„๐€๐‘๐“๐‡
I told Kate I would absolutely go search for it, but when it comes to shifting beach sand, a little bit of strategy goes a long way. To pinpoint the location as accurately as possible, I pulled up a Google Earth aerial view of the house and the beach area directly in front of it. ๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ…

Using the image, I drew two specific boxes directly in the sand:
* ๐ŸŸฅ A Red Square positioned closer to the high tide line.
* โฌ› A Black Square positioned up higher, near the seawall.

I sent the marked-up photo back to Kate and asked which color zone matched where she had been sitting. Kate replied: “Red. I am fairly sure it is in the sand but there is a chance it could be on the sidewalk.” ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ

With a clear target area locked in, I told Kate that Cheryl and I were on our way. We immediately loaded up the metal detecting gear and hit the road, heading straight for Gooch’s Beach in Kennebunk, just across the river from Kennebunkport. ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

๐Ÿ” ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐–๐€๐‹๐Š ๐’๐„๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐„๐ƒ ๐๐Ž๐— ๐†๐‘๐ˆ๐ƒ
Once Cheryl and I arrived at Gooch’s Beach, we didn’t take any chances. We started with a thorough visual search up and down the sidewalk and the street area, just in case it had dropped on the pavement. No luck. ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ

Next, it was time to hit the sand. I stepped down onto the beach and established my search boundaries, working from a flagpole just south of the distinctive yellow beach house over to some surfboards sitting on the beach just to the north. I snapped a few photos of the setup and messaged them to Kate to confirm. She looked at the pictures and told me the ring should be parallel to those surfboards, lying somewhere in the sand.

Knowing the layout, I estimated I could sweep the entire designated area in about 15 minutes. I fired up the metal detector and equipped my largest coil, the M15, to cover the ground as quickly and efficiently as possible. I locked into a tight, systematic grid search across the “red square” zone. I covered every single inch of itโ€”but the detector remained completely silent. No ring. โŒ๐Ÿœ๏ธ

๐Ÿงฑ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐”๐๐„๐—๐๐„๐‚๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐„๐๐„๐Œ๐˜: ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Œ๐„๐“๐€๐‹ ๐’๐„๐€๐–๐€๐‹๐‹
Even though it was technically outside of Kate’s suspected drop zone, I decided to extend my search right up to the massive seawall. Now, in the metal detecting world, there is a funny truth: a detectoristโ€™s biggest enemy is actually metal! When you are searching for non-ferrous targets like silver or gold, an extremely large ferrous metal object can completely mask out the smaller target, making it completely invisible to the machine unless you proceed with extreme caution. ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธโšก

Because this seawall is constructed entirely of metal, I knew my massive M15 coil wouldn’t be able to get very close without overloading. I gave it a shot anyway, creeping as close to the barrier as the large coil would allow. Ten minutes later, I still had absolutely nothing.

I decided it was time to call Kate back to narrow down her exact path. I asked her: “Which set of stairs did you use to exit the beach? The ones to the south or the north of the yellow house?” I figured I would just grid search her footprints right up the steps.
I was literally STUNNED by her reply.

Kate calmly told me she hadn’t used any stairs at all. Instead, she had pulled herself up and vaulted straight over the seawall directly in front of the yellow house! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ๐Ÿคฏ

That seawall stands between 4.5 to 5 feet tall! I chuckled and told Kate, “Well, it must be nice to be young and agile! There is absolutely no way I would have even attempted that jump!” ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅ

๐Ÿ”„ ๐‚๐Ž๐ˆ๐‹ ๐’๐–๐€๐ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Ÿ“-๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐”๐“๐„ ๐‚๐‘๐”๐๐‚๐‡
That one piece of new information changed absolutely everything. I realized the ring didn’t drop while she was walking to an exitโ€”it likely launched out of her shirt pocket the exact second she leaped over that wall.

I had already searched near the wall with my large M15 coil, but I knew I could get significantly closer to that heavy metal barrier if I switched to my smallest setup. I had Cheryl run back to the vehicle to grab my small M8 elliptical coil. We swapped them out on the fly. To navigate the electrical interference from the wall, I would need to use a very short, highly disciplined, and deliberate swing. ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐Ÿ”
I restarted the search right at the base of the wall, keeping my swings under tight control. Within just five minutes, the machine let out a beautiful, unmistakably loud high toneโ€”exactly what I had been praying to hear! ๐Ÿ”Šโœจ
The target was resting a mere foot and a half to two feet away from the massive metal wall. I pulled out my pinpointer, locked onto the exact signal location, and used my fingers to carefully brush away the loose sand.
Magically, a gleaming Sterling Silver Wedding Ring appeared out of the grains! UNREAL! I had found it! ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ‰

๐Ÿก ๐‡๐Ž๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐€๐‚๐Ž ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐€ ๐’๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐„
Cheryl and I were absolutely ecstatic, and we immediately caught the whole recovery on video from above to send to Kate. When her phone rang with the clip, she called us back instantly, completely over the moon with joy! It all made sense nowโ€”when Kate cleared that 5-foot wall in a single bound, the momentum sent the ring flying right out of her shirt pocket. ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ
As luck would have it, Kate lives in Saco, the exact same town Cheryl and I call home. We made quick arrangements to meet up and safely return the family heirloom as soon as we got back into town. ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ“

As I walked off Gooch’s Beachโ€”using the actual stairs and definitely not trying to play Superman like Kateโ€”I was smiling from ear to ear. If I hadn’t asked that one crucial question about the stairs, or if I hadn’t brought my full arsenal of specialized coils, that ring might still be buried out there today. The stars were definitely aligned! ๐ŸŒŒโœจ

We met up with Kate back in Saco, and seeing her face light up with excitement as her wedding ring went back where it belonged was the perfect end to the day. As hugs and smiles were exchanged, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself thinking, “How on earth did she jump over that wall?”
I truly have the absolute best job in the world. I love my job! โค๏ธ๐Ÿฆ…

“๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Œ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Œ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐”๐ฌ!” ๐Ÿ‘‹

L๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฏ๐š๐ฅ๐ฎ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ?
๐ƒ๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ! ๐€๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ:
* ๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•
* ๐Ÿ“ง ๐„๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ: ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž@๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ.๐œ๐จ๐ฆ

Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Ocean Water At Gooch’s Beach, Kennebunk, Maine, Found With A Metal Detector Kennebunkport

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)
๐ŸŒŠ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐–-๐“๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐˜: ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐š๐ญ ๐†๐จ๐จ๐œ๐กโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก!๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ‰
What started as a beautiful summer day at Goochโ€™s Beach in Kennebunk turned into a race against the Atlantic Ocean.
John was visiting Maine from Massachusetts for a friendโ€™s bachelor party weekend.
The group set up high on the dry sand, but with negative low tides exposing a vast expanse of hard beach, they were playing football and swimming all day.
By evening, Johnโ€™s white gold wedding ring was gone. After a futile search with friends, John headed back to Massachusetts and called The Ring Finders of Maine.
๐Ÿ—“๏ธ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ: ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐๐š๐ฒ, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐ญ๐ก
I arrived at Goochโ€™s Beach in the pitch black at 4:00 AM to catch a -0.8 low tide. For three hours, I ran a tight grid along the low tide line, trying to stay ahead of the incoming surf. I dug up beach trash, a few coins, and even a stainless steel ringโ€”but not Johnโ€™s.
๐Ÿ—“๏ธ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ: ๐“๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐๐š๐ฒ, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก
Back at it again at 4:00 AM! This time, chasing an even lower -1.1 negative tide. I grid-searched the moving shoreline, eliminating a massive section of the waterbed, but Johnโ€™s ring remained hidden. With a Wednesday commitment keeping me away, the clock was ticking.
๐Ÿ—“๏ธ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ‘: ๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐š๐ฒ, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก (๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž)
Thankfully, Gary Hill returned home from South Carolina just in time. This was the day of the lowest tide of the entire month of July: a massive -1.2 negative low tide at 7:13 AM. We needed to take advantage of every second.
We arrived at 5:00 AM to double-team the beach. Gary started a grid high up in the dry sand, working his way down a distance longer than a football field. I picked up right where I left off two days prior, following the receding tide line out.
By 6:45 AM, we had found nothing but trash and coins. Knowing the tide would turn back in just 30 minutesโ€”and that the upcoming days wouldn’t bring tides this low againโ€”I made a tactical decision. I waded out into the knee-deep water and began a grid working my way back toward the shore.
๐ŸŽฏ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ•:๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
After 20 minutes in the surf, I was ankle-deep. It was 7:10 AMโ€”just three minutes before the absolute lowest tide of the month. You can actually check out the video I recorded right there in the surf on our main Facebook video tab to see the exact timestamps of the find! ๐Ÿ“นโฑ๏ธ
Suddenly, the detector gave off the sweetest tone I had heard in three days. I plunged my sand scoop into the rolling surf and lifted it. As the water and sand sifted out, a sliver of silver-colored metal caught my eye.
I pulled it out. It was a white gold milgrain wedding band, matching the photo John had sent me perfectly. After three intense searches, at the absolute limit of the ocean’s reach, we won the lottery!
๐Ÿ“ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐Ÿ“-๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‰๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ
When John called me back after seeing the message, he was in absolute disbelief. This wedding ring meant far too much to him to wait even a single day to have it back.
As soon as John and his wife Sarah got out of work that evening, they jumped straight into the car. They made a 2.5-hour drive all the way up to my house here in Maine, grabbed the ring with massive smiles, and then turned right around for the 2.5-hour drive back to Massachusetts. That is how much this sentimental ring meant to them!
John recently let me know that he has since had the wedding ring safely resized and fully cleaned. Itโ€™s officially back where it belongs, looking brand new. We are so honored we could bring this story to such a perfect ending.
๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ.
Lost a ring or valuable item in the Maine sand or surf? Donโ€™t panic, donโ€™t dig blindly, and don’t share the location online. Call or text ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•. Our metal detecting service is a community effort to get your treasures back where they belong!