๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐: ๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ญ-๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐
Imagine watching a video of your family playing in the ocean, only to realize you captured the exact millisecond a family heirloom vanished into the sea…
It was a picture-perfect, hot Maine summer day at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea . Brett, his wife Kaitee, and their two young children were playing in the ocean, laughing, and enjoying some quality family time together.
Kaitee and her oldest daughter were out in the water, splashing around and jumping over some decent-sized waves while Brett and Kai were near the shore, filming the happy memory.
But in a split second, the ocean changed everything. ๐As a big wave rolled in, Kaitee lifted her daughter up high to clear the crest. The moment she put her daughter back down, she felt that sickening emptiness on her finger. She immediately pointed to her hand, looked toward Brett on the shore, and mouthed the words every married couple dreads hearing:
“๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐.” ๐
Her beautiful wedding and engagement rings, which were soldered together into one precious piece, had vanished into the surf. In the video, you can see Kaitee immediately looking down into the water, frantically trying to search through the waves. But as anyone who has been to the beach knows, it is virtually impossible to find anything in churning sand and crashing waves. ๐ช๏ธ๐๏ธ
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ง ๐
Devastated, they knew they needed help. While the video didn’t show any landmarks or depth to prove exactly how far from the shore they were, it did provide one crucial piece of evidence: ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ.
With that exact time locked in, we could calculate the exact state of the tide. Armed with that vital piece of data, Brett jumped on the phone.
At around ๐:๐๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ญ๐ก, my phone rang. ๐
As I listened to Brett’s story, I quickly checked the tide charts. My heart sank a bit when I saw that high tide wasn’t until 3:47 PM. Because the tide had already been coming in when Kaitee lost the rings an hour and a half earlier, the water in that area was already way over my head. Searching right then was physically impossible.
I gave Brett the honest reality of the situation: our absolute best bet was to wait for the morning low tide. I told him I could be on the beach by ๐:๐๐ ๐๐ to follow the receding water out.
But I also had a major concern. Because Kaitee was already deep out in the water when the rings slipped off, and with the rough ocean waves pounding the shore, I wasn’t sure if the morning tide would recede far enough for me to safely reach the spot.
Still, we had no choice but to try. We agreed on the plan: meet at ๐:๐๐ ๐๐, chase the tide out, and hunt as much beach real estate as humanly possible. ๐ค
To make sure we didn’t waste a single second of precious low-tide time, I pulled up a satellite map. I marked up an aerial view of Footbridge Beach and sent it over to Brett. He looked it over and confirmed the exact grid section we needed to target. Now, we had a localized game plan. All we could do was wait for morning. ๐บ๏ธ
๐๐ก๐ ๐
๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ โณ
The next morning, Gary Hill and I arrived early at ๐:๐๐ ๐๐
. Knowing we had a massive area of beach real estate to cover, we wanted to get a serious jumpstart before the tide fully bottomed out. Brett was scheduled to meet up with us around ๐:๐๐ ๐๐, but there was no time to waste. It was time to get going!
Gary and I decided to divide and conquer to max out our chances. Using the beach access path way up on the shore as our central halfway point, we split the area in two.
Gary took the north side, executing a tight grid search 100 feet to the north of the path, parallel with the water. I took the south side, mirroring his 100-foot grid search to the south of the path.
Our strategy was simple: start closer to the shore on the wet sand and tightly follow the tide as it receded, fully prepared to grid right into the surf if the conditions stayed safe. With our detectors fired up and our scoops ready, we began swinging. ๐
The beach itself was very clean of targets. We dug a coin here and an aluminum pull tab there, but as our first hour on the sand came to a close, the rings remained elusive.
Around 7:30 AM, Brett arrived on scene. We paused to bring him up to speed on our progress. Looking out at our patterns, he confirmed we were spot on for the location. Our 100-foot grid lines to the north and south had the primary target area completely covered.
With the plan validated, Gary and I fired our machines back up and returned to the grid. Brett stayed close by, visually scanning the shifting sand along the moving tide line.
A few hours later, we finally approached dead low tide. The window of opportunity was shrinking, and despite our best efforts, the rings had still not been recovered.
Desperate to reach the deeper drop zone, I stepped directly into the churning ocean surf. Unfortunately, the sea wasn’t making it easy. The rough, pounding waves made it incredibly dangerous to push too far out. ๐๐ฅ
With Brett looking on anxiously from the shore, Gary and I pushed as hard as we safely could, but the water simply wouldn’t let us get past knee-deep. Realizing we were out of beach real estate and at the mercy of the conditions, we had no choice but to call the search.
๐๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐
Brett was deeply disappointed, and honestly, so were we. Gary and I carry this kind of disappointment hard. When something precious is lost to the endless moving energy of the ocean, there are simply no guarantees. We give every single hunt everything we have, but sometimes, heartbreak is the outcomeโtemporarily anyways.
I broke down the reality of the situation for Brett before we left. I let him know that Gary and I would absolutely come back to search again, but we were fighting the upcoming tide cycles. Over the next few days, both the high and low tides were going to be higher up towards the shore. We simply wouldn’t be able to get out as far as Kaitee had been standing.
Our next real window would be a week or so later when the negative tides arrived. Those ultra-low tides would expose much more of the beach and give us the access we needed. ๐
Brett was very dejected, but I gave him my word that we weren’t giving up. I promised him we would be back, and reassured him that heavy rings generally don’t move very far on the ocean floor unless a major storm hits the coast and makes the surf much rougher than it already was. I reminded him that we have successfully made recoveries many, many days after a ring went missing.
I promised Brett I would contact him directly before we headed out for our next attempt. The three of us walked off the beach togetherโdown, but definitely not out. ๐งโโ๏ธ
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฑ
True to my word, a week later, the tide charts lined up perfectly. I fired off a text message to Brett:
“๐ฏ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ 5:00๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐, ๐๐ -0.9. ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐
.”
Brett fired right back with a text that read, “๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!!” ๐
Gary and I arrived in Ogunquit pre-dawn the next morning and immediately got down to business. It had been ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ
since our first attempt, and ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ since Kaitee’s rings had vanished into the sea.
The ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ -๐.๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ opened up an incredible amount of the ocean floor. It was finally time to put the coils to the sand! ๐ช๐ค
We tightly followed the receding waterline, sweeping carefully. For the first stretch, it was just the usual beach trash and a few more scattered coins. But we kept our focus.
After about 50 minutes of searching, my detector let out a very low, solid tone. I didn’t hesitate. I scooped up a heavy load of wet sand and threw it up onto the beach to sift through it. ๐ก
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐?! ๐คฏ๐จ
I stared down at it. I could instantly see the diamonds flashingโit was the wedding and engagement rings, beautifully soldered together, exactly as Brett had described.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ฅณ๐
Ring hunting AFTER nine days in the relentless Atlantic Ocean, and there it was. Gary and I immediately traded high-fives and burst into those huge, stress-releasing laughs that only happen when a high-stakes hunt finally pays off.
Instead of a standard text message, I decided to show him. I pulled out my phone and recorded a video. I started by showing him the vast expanse of beach we had been gridding, and then I slowly panned the camera down to the rings, still resting perfectly in the wet sand. ๐ฌ
๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?”ย I said into the camera. “๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐. ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐.”
I hit send. Because it wasn’t even 6:00 AM yet, I knew it might take some time for him to wake up and see it. But we didn’t sit around waiting. With a rare negative low tide like this, you just never know what else might be hidden in the sand, so Gary and I kept right on metal detecting to make the most of the morning.
๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ โจ๐ฅ
Sure enough, about an hour later, my phone lit up. โก๏ธ
Brett and Kaitee were both on the line, and they were completely in shock to wake up to the unbelievable news. They were over-the-moon happy and bursting with excitement, thanking Gary and me from the very bottom of their hearts. ๐ฅบโค๏ธ
Then, Kaitee dropped one more mind-blowing piece of information on me. She realized that the exact day we found her rings happened to be the ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐! Talk about a true anniversary miracle!
Standing out there on the beach, Gary and I were just beaming. Hearing the pure joy and relief in their voices is exactly why we do this. Bringing that kind of closure to people is simply the best feeling in the world.
Because Brett and Kaitee live three states away in Connecticut, they had already headed back home from vacation. But as luck would have it, Kaiteeโs friend and co-worker, Erica, was currently vacationing just down the coast in York Beach, Maine!
We quickly coordinated a plan, and Erica and her family drove up to my house in Saco, Maineย to pick up the precious rings. When they arrived, we all talked about just how completely improbable this whole story really was.
After Erica left to safely escort the rings back to Connecticut, I received a wonderful message from her: ๐ฌ
“๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐
๐! ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!ย ๐
I couldn’t help but smile and replied:
“๐ช๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐
๐๐๐! ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โค๏ธ๐”
A few days later, I received a beautiful family photo from Kaitee with her rings finally right back where they belong, resting safely on her finger. ๐ธ
Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.
๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ, ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ. ๐ค
๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ
Have you lost your wedding ring, keys, or valuable jewelry at the beach, in the grass, or on your property? Don’t waitโtime is of the essence when dealing with shifting sands and tides! Call right away to get experienced metal detecting professionals on the job.
๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐
๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐: ๐๐๐-๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐
