Metal Detector finds a lost ring in a snowbank in Minneapolis Mn.
A Ring Lost in a Minneapolis Snowbank, Recovered by The Ring Finders
Ring Finder Paul Nolan received a call that was referred to me by Darrin Gray, another Ring Finder who was unable to assist at the time. The call came from a very distraught woman visiting Minneapolis from Nevada. One thing that’s not needed very often in Las Vegas is a snow scraper and brush. While here, they encountered a light snowfall on their parked car in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota. When they returned to their car, they needed to clean the windows. Without a brush, they used their hands to sweep off the snow. But no good deed goes unpunished, and a very sentimental ring was lost somewhere in the snow. This sparked a frantic search, including the purchase of a couple of metal detectors. They hunted for the next three hours without success. That’s when they realized they needed to call in someone with more expertise in locating lost rings. I happened to be relaxing when the phone rang. You could hear the tremble in her voice—this was a panic-stricken person who’d lost a deeply sentimental item and desperately needed help finding it. I told her I’d be downtown in about 45 minutes. Before long, we connected by phone, and I found myself following her car. We circled the block and pulled over on the side of a main thoroughfare in Minneapolis. There was slush everywhere on the road. We got out, surveyed the area, and I started the hunt. I cleared the road and the parking area along it—nothing. I checked the snow pile created by the snowplow—nothing on the roadside. I was concerned about a car parked nearby; maybe the ring was underneath it. I pressed on to the sidewalk, scanning the sidewalk side of the snowplow windrow. Suddenly, I got a target. I started moving some snow with my boot, but then I lost the signal. Where did it go? It was right here. I kept trying to recover the signal, but it was gone. I’d kicked an ice chunk, and I may have kicked the ring too, because about three feet away, I picked up the target again. I nudged a little snow aside with my metal detector, and something sparkled. I spotted it at the same time the women did. The happiness, the relief—the fear of losing the ring was over, and everything fell back into order in their lives. What a beautiful ring it was! I am so happy for them and now a part of the history of her ring.