Unfortunately with all the telemarketers calling, I usually let my calls go directly to voicemail and if they leave a message, I know it’s usually not a salesperson. Well one of those calls was from David. He lost his wedding ring bagging up leaves; he was pretty sure it was in a compost collection bag with a bunch of leaves. Piece of cake, this is going to be an easy one!
It’s always difficult to gauge the traffic around Philly, so I like to leave a tad sooner – better early than late I say. And this was the case here, I arrived about 15 minutes too early and received no answer at his door, fortunately David was right on time. After some quick introductions we got down to business. David told me the story of how he was bagging his leaves and when he was pretty sure that his ring when he lost his wedding ring, as it had slipped off like that before. We tried to retrace his steps the day he lost his ring and he showed me all the spots in his yard, where he work, but hopefully the lost ring was in one of six bags of leaves.
I saw the bags sitting in his garage and they were even numbered. David numbered them in order that he remembered bagging them. I was ready to get to work and find this ring; this should be done in a few minutes. I was thinking to myself that I wished they were all like this – nice dry conditions, not too cold, dry leaves in bags, this is great!
First I moved the bags out to a clean patch of grass, so that I had no metallic interference. I then started to scan all around the bags, tip them over and check the bottoms…which one contained the ring? Well, none of them did and that’s when that “easy peasy” feeling left me. I proceeded to empty one bag of leaves, as I had a hit, spread them out and detected them, but it was a false signal. So I had to regroup and start on Plan B, the yard. Things did not look so rosy anymore, but who ever said finding a lost item was easy.
I grabbed my rucksack and headed over to the front yard, nothing left to do but execute the classic grid pattern and mark them with my little orange flags. I set my detector to discriminate out most other metals, except for gold. On my detector, the Garrett AT Pro, unfortunately this setting also includes bottle caps, pull tabs and those annoying little aluminum snippets from house siding. You really have to listen to the quality of the tone, someday I’ll get a fancy detector. I received a few hits, although some were good, they were too deep. I always want to dig them, but since I am here on a service I had to pass them by – you never know what else lies down below.
The daylight was fading fast, so I had to pick up the pace. Then, right near where David said to look, I had a sweet sounding hit; even before I bent down I could see the glint of gold as I moved the blades of grass to one side with my coil! SUCCESS!!! It was a nice sized ring, still very clean and polished.
David was happy with the recovery and I was relieved that everything had worked out in the end. I am often just as disappointed and frustrated as the people who hired me, when I cannot recover their lost item. I love to see the smiles on their faces when I can show them the recovery – which usually hold great sentimental and or monetary value.
We talked for a bit afterwards and I found out that David used to fly on the same helicopter I work on – the CH-47, aka the Chinook. He told me one particular exciting story of a Chinook ride during his tour in Vietnam; I enjoyed relaying his experience to my coworkers.
I am also very grateful for his generous finder’s fee, which came just in time for the holidays and ended my Ring Finder’s work for the year on a high note.