Lost Family Crest ring Tag | The Ring Finders

August 12, 2026

I received a call from a long time Belmont Beach goer asking for help in finding her husband’s wedding band that was just lost in the water, about shoulder deep. My luck the tide was on its way out.

Within an hour after obtaining parking permission I was on the beach getting briefed on where the ring was lost. I knew I should be in an area with water just above my elbow. I was ready and into the water Dima and I went. He kept wanting to go deeper, shoulder depth. Sandy wanted me to be further to her right. What did I do, I went with my gut feeling, closer to the beach and started a grid parallel with the beach, keeping the water just above my elbow. Within 10 steps I had a signal, my first of the search. And yes, it was the ring. The two great boys on the beach and Dima all wanted to gab the ring out of my scoop. I finally convinced them that it should stay in the scoop with a jelly fish that had been keeping the ring company. I wanted to take a picture and then I would let Dima retrieve the ring and put it back on his finger where it belonged.

All went well and the cheering from the beach goers as I left reassured me that I had done another good deed that some doubted that I could do when I first arrived.

August 11, 2026

After such a great recovery earlier in the day I had to go for another. A family crest ring of great sentimental value was next on my request for help list. In the initial request for help John told me “I lost the ring in the water on the rocks”. I dreaded walking on the rocks, but knew it would be worth any pain I might suffer from walking on them as long as I found the ring. The sand is so much easier to on the feet and the tide was on its way in. That being the nature of a beach, I started searching over the rocks that were out of the water, working onto the rocks already covered by the incoming tide.

The search area was some 25 yards wide and my feet could not take the rocky area any longer. I moved to where the edge of the rock met the sandy bottom, my feet were very happy with my decision.

I was also thrilled with my move as the first target I had in the sandier area was the ring I had been searching for. I called John, but I had no answer, so I left a message. John returned the call, requested a photo to make sure it was his, and we set up a return time for the next morning.

At his request I did not take a smiling photo of the return, but I ensure you it was larger than the beach the ring had been lost in.