March 12, 2026
Lake Geneva, WI
Engagement Ring Found: No Metal Detector Needed
Wednesday, 3:45 pm: Drew’s voicemail asks for help finding a lost engagement ring in his basement. It’s been missing for a month. Could I come and bring my equipment?
To my knowledge, there is no detector on the market that can only sense gold while avoiding all other metals, so metal detecting inside a house is almost a lost cause. Copper wiring and pipes, nails galore, and household appliances have enough metal to immediately overload a metal detector. I was planning on politely explaining this to Drew, and heading home after work.
Thursday, 4:00 pm: But when I called him and realized he was only eight minutes away, I thought, “Why not have a look?”
Thursday, 4:10 pm: I arrived about 10 minutes later and started talking with him in the basement. I began ask
ing him questions about why his wife took off her ring, where she put them, etc., I said, “I should really be asking her these questions. Drew replied, “We can try to Facetime her?”
Moments later, I was asking her any questions that would help me to see what she was doing in her basement a month ago when she lost her ring.
“Actually it was probably two months ago,” she added. The more I heard, the less confident I felt about finding her ring. Drew was attending to his 1 year old upstairs.
I continued to ask questions, and I was able to reconstruct what happened that night.
- She was doing schoolwork at a small round wooden table in the basement.
- She took off her rings (engagement and wedding band) as she was pregnant and they were getting tight.
- Both were set on the table.
- At the end of the work session, she could only find her wedding band… no engagement ring.
- She looked under the table, all around, nothing.
I asked one more question. “Did you have a laptop bag or anything that it could have fallen into?”
Her reply was what I might have expected. She had checked the bag she had with her at the time, but she could look again.
Before I could think of another series of questions to ask, she interjected, “I found it!”
I must have heard her wrong. “You found it?” I replied.
Drew heard my question from upstairs, and came pounding down the stairs, asking me the same question, “You found it?”
Not me! I said, and handed him his phone with his wife’s smiling face, a diamond ring in the corner of the screen.
Thursday 4:20 pm: I glanced at my watch. It was about 4:20 pm. “That’s the fastest recovery I’ve ever made!” I said.
Sometimes the difference between a lost item and a found item hinges on the questions asked rather than the equipment. I own thousands of dollars of metal detecting equipment, have hundreds of hours of experience on land, in water, and underwater, but the right question can often yield the greatest results.
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