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Sentimental White Gold Motherโ€™s Ring Lost In The Water At Sebago Lake, Windham, Maine Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘โ€™๐’ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐’๐”๐‘๐„ ๐•๐€๐๐ˆ๐’๐‡๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐’๐„๐๐€๐†๐Ž ๐‹๐€๐Š๐„! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜ญ
Imagine receiving the perfect Motherโ€™s Day ring, only to watch it vanish into a massive lake just six weeks later. That is exactly the nightmare Michelle faced, and it all started during a beautiful, normal day at the beach with her family.

Drop a โค๏ธ to show Michelle some support, and share this postโ€”you never know who might need a reminder to double-check their pockets this summer!

๐ŸŒŠ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก ๐–๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ž๐ง๐

On July 3rd, I received a message from Michelle. She was in urgent need of a water recovery over at Sebago Lake Maine in the Town of Windham, Maine.

Michelle sent over the details of what had happened, and itโ€™s a situation many of us can relate to. She had taken all of her rings off to apply sun lotion to her children and then to herself.

To keep them safe, she placed them all into a pocket on her bathing suit. With the family protected from the sun, Michelle grabbed a float and went into the water to enjoy the beautiful July 4th holiday weekend, soaking up the rays while floating around the private lakeside community beach.

The shock came once Michelle exited Sebago Lake Maine .

She reached into her bathing suit pocket to retrieve her rings, only to find to her utter horror that two of her rings were missing. Cruelly, one of the missing pieces was a deeply sentimental ๐‘ด๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“โ€™๐’” ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’š ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ representing her three children’s birth months.

The beautiful white gold ring featured three stonesโ€”two sparkling diamonds flanking a vibrant, eye-catching red center stone.

To make matters worse, Michelle had just received this precious ring six weeks earlier, and now it had slipped out of her pocket and fallen somewhere onto the bottom of Sebago Lake.

๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ ๐€ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ

Disbelief quickly turned to action. Michelle, her children, family members, and other supportive community members immediately rallied together and started searching the crystal clear waters.

Some scanned from above on floats while others waded through the water on foot, desperately looking for a glimmer of white gold on the lake floor…

As the family and neighbors searched, a shout went up from the waterโ€”Michelle’s son had spotted one of the missing rings!

Floating along the surface, he was peering down through the crystal clear water when a flash of metal caught his eye on the lake floor, about 4 to 5 feet deep.

Without wasting a second, he dove straight down, reached past the rocks, and gripped the ring. He broke the surface triumphantly, holding the ring high in the air to show his mother.

The excitement was electric, but there was absolutely no time to waste. One ring was safely back, but the most sentimental pieceโ€”the beautiful white gold Motherโ€™s Day ringโ€”was still lost somewhere beneath the waves.

With new hope fueling the team, the search ensued for the final ring… Unfortunately, despite everyone’s best efforts, the day ended without finding the second ring.

๐Ÿ“… ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก: ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ

That is when Michelle reached out to me. Because the beach belongs to a private, gated community, it wasn’t a spot where I could just waltz right in and start searching on my own. To get access to the area, I needed to be accompanied by a community member. We looked at the schedule, and the next time Michelle would be available to meet me at the gate was three days later, on July 6th.

Perfect! The date and time were set, and a plan was officially in motion.

When the day arrived, Gary and I pulled up to the gate and were warmly greeted by Michelle and her children.
We made our way down to the waterfront, where Michelle pointed out the fairly large area she had floated around during the holiday weekend. The search zone included clusters of rocks and massive underwater bouldersโ€”some sitting just inches below the surface, and a few others just barely breaking through the water. She also pointed out the exact spot just past one of those large boulders where her son had successfully recovered the first ring.
Our grid search plan was to concentrate our efforts heavily around these rock formations.
My biggest concern going into this was that the missing ring might have drifted a little too far out, into water that was completely over my head. To tackle the zone efficiently, Gary and I divided and conquered. I waded right out to the deep water where the first ring had been found and began a tight grid search, moving back and forth parallel to the shoreline. With each complete pass, I pushed myself a little deeper out into the lake, continuing until it was no longer safe to go any further.
Meanwhile, Gary started right at the shoreline. His mission was to work his way from the shallow water outward until he reached the deep boulder where I had initially started. By combining these two approaches, we were able to systematically cover a very large, thorough footprint in the exact zone Michelle believed the ring was most likely resting.

๐Ÿš— ๐“๐ก๐ž “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž”

After three grueling hours of intensive searching, digging up many coins and pieces of beach trash later, we unfortunately had to call the search without finding the ring.

The water depth simply got to a point where I could not go out any further safely. Gary and I donโ€™t like it one bit when we donโ€™t succeed. We take every single recovery personally, but sometimes in this line of work, we have to accept a temporary defeat.

Before packing up, we sat down and talked out the strategy with Michelle. We discussed the deeper water and assured her that we would certainly come back to search again later in the summer. In August and September, the lake levels usually drop a few feet, which would completely open up the deep areas I just couldn’t reach today. Michelle agreed to keep a close eye on the waterline and promised to contact us the moment it dropped.
Defeated for now, Gary and I loaded up our gear and made the long drive of shame home…

๐Ÿ“‰ ๐€ ๐‹๐จ๐ฐ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž & ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ

Fast forward to late August. Gary and I were driving home from a successful recovery on “The Sandbar” at ๐’๐ž๐›๐š๐ ๐จ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž. As we passed the gated community where there was still a missing ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , I mentioned that I should contact the owner, Michelle, knowing just how low the lake level had become.

Just 10 days later, Michelle beat me to it! She reached out on September 2nd to tell me the water level was down significantlyโ€”by two feet or more. Since she was about to go on vacation, she could get us back past the gates and into the water. Awesome.

๐Ÿ” ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ (๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง!)

Two days later, Gary and I resumed the search. We expanded our grid out deeper and into other areas we hadn’t covered the first time around. We even were out past the roped off buoys, that Michelle had not gone past. But after another three hours of grinding it out, we still had no ring.

I was convinced the ring had to be out deeper than we could search during our first attempt, way further out than Michelle had ever been on her float. We even were out past the roped off buoys, that Michelle had not gone past.With the deep water now eliminated, Gary shifted his focus to searching up on the beach itself, out of the water. I continued working my way back through the water toward the shore, preparing myself to break the bad news to Michelle.

๐Ÿ”” ๐“๐ก๐ž “๐…๐จ๐ข๐ฅ” ๐’๐ข๐ ๐ง๐š๐ฅ

As I was finishing up the grid near the shoreline, standing in just ankle-deep water a few feet out, my detector suddenly went off with a loud, low tone. The Target Identification (TID) read 07-08.
It was definitely in the gold range, but given how close we were to the shore and the picnic tables, my first thought was foil. It had to be foil, right? I dug the target anyway, and BAM!!!

๐Ÿ’Ž ๐Ÿ’Ž ๐”๐ง๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ!
A white gold ring with two diamonds and a brilliant red center stone appeared in my scoop. I couldn’t believe my eyes! After six total hours of searching deep water, the ring was sitting just a few feet from the shoreline, only about 60 to 75 feet from where the first ring had been found. We were so certain it was out deep, but the shallows held the treasure. Lesson learned.

๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐Ÿ’Ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ

At this time, Michelle had no idea I had it. I called her over and casually told her we were just about done. I asked her a few quick questions to distract her, then I held the ring up right in front of me and asked, “๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ญ?”

Michelleโ€™s hands went straight up to her face in total shock. Happy tears immediately started flowing, and I couldn’t have been happier for her.

It was truly wonderful for Gary and I to witness such an emotional reaction. After having the ring for just six weeks and now just over two months lost in ๐’๐ž๐›๐š๐ ๐จ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž, Michelle is once again wearing her beloved children’s birthstones on her finger. With the happy tears flowing, the hugs and thank yous over, Gary and I drove home not on the “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž” but on a “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ž!” ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

โค๏ธ ๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐–๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ

Another ring back on the finger, right where it belongs. ๐–๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‰๐Ž๐๐’! It really is the best job in the world.

Remember: ๐ˆ๐… ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐”๐’. ๐Ÿ™โœจ

๐Ÿ‚ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐–๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ-๐‘๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐! โ„๏ธ

Now that the summer and water seasons are over, you might think a lost ring is gone for goodโ€”but it isn’t! We don’t just search the water. If your precious jewelry slips off in the backyard, down a trail, or while doing yard work, we can find your ring hidden in:
โ€ข ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ
โ€ข ๐ŸŒฑ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ
โ€ข โ„๏ธ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ!

Time is of the essence! The sooner we get out there, the better the chances of a perfect recovery. Don’t wait until it gets buried deeper or lost forever.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐€๐’๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• and let us bring your treasure home!

๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐›๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ! ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง’๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐โ€”๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ .

๐Ÿ“น ๐–๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‘๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง!

Michelle’s unforgettable, shocked reaction was caught entirely on video! We released the reel last night, and you can watch the incredible moment unfold right now on The Ring Finders of Maine Facebook Page.

Sentimental Heirloom Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Goose Rocks Beach, Kennebunkport, Maine Sand And Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‹๐ˆ๐๐Š ๐Ž๐… ๐€๐ ๐„๐˜๐„, ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐†๐Ž๐๐„. ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘‡

One second you’re grabbing the sunscreen to lather up the kids, and the next, you watch a priceless multi-generational gold band shoot off your finger like a rocket. Total panic. That was the nightmare Tyler faced just minutes after stepping onto ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก in Kennebunkport Maine for what was supposed to be a relaxing morning.

Before they could even unpack a single beach chair, disaster struck. โ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

As the family unpacked, Tyler did what any good dad doesโ€”he grabbed the sun protection to start lathering up himself and the kids. Knowing that sunscreen and jewelry donโ€™t mix, he went to slide his gold wedding ring off his finger for safekeeping.

In a split second, the unthinkable happened.

The ring caught the air, slipped, and shot right off his finger, flying through the air and completely disappearing into the endless abyss of the soft beach sand. ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’

A frantic family search immediately ensued. Everyone was down on their hands and knees, sifting through the grains, desperately hoping for a glint of gold. But as we all know, once a ring plunges into the dry beach sand, it vanishes completely from sight. Realizing they might just be burying it deeper or shifting it further away, they wisely stopped.

Thatโ€™s when Tyler reached out to me. ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿšจ

When we spoke, Tyler was incredibly helpful. He kept his wits about him and knew exactly where he had been standing, plus the general trajectory of where the ring had gone airborne. But then, he shared a detail that gave me actual goosebumps.

๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

Losing a wedding ring is stressful enough, but losing a multi-generational family heirloom carries a completely different kind of weight. The stakes were officially raised, and there was no way I was going to let this piece of history stay buried in the sand.

Cheryl and I loaded up the gear, pointed the Ring Finder Mobile toward Kennebunkport Maine , and stepped on the gas…

When we arrived, the beach was actually beautifully quiet and peaceful. Being mid-morning on August 30th, the height of the summer rush had cleared out, giving us plenty of room to operate without a crowd.

We were met by Tyler, who led us down to the sand and straight to the exact location where the ring was lost. He took a deep breath and reenacted the entire scene for us, pointing out his exact footing and tracing the arc of the flying ring with his hand. Having that visual reference is everything.

Once the trajectory was locked in, there was no more talking left to do. It was time to get to work.

The area itself was very small, but we had a bit of a hurdle to clear first. There were several beach accessories scattered right over the drop zone that were made with metal parts. Itโ€™s ironic, but the absolute worst enemy of a metal detector is other metal! The machine will pick up all of those surrounding metal objects, which can easily mask a gold ring and hide it from the coil.

The best thing to do in that situation is simple: get all the outside metal completely out of the area.

Once we cleared the clutter and moved everything aside, the search resumed. I fired up the Minelab Manticore, dialed in the settings for the dry sand, and swung the coil to the ground. The hunt was officially on.

Within just one minute, the Manticore sang out. I received the exact tone and Target Identification (TID) number I had been hoping forโ€”a very nice, solid low tone with a TID of 28. That number is definitely in the gold range! ๐Ÿšจโœจ

By this time, Tyler’s kids were watching closely and getting all excited. I looked at them and asked if they wanted to help me find the ring by digging in the sand right where my detector was pointing.

They were more than happy to do that! Talk about a real-life beach treasure hunt for actual goldโ€”a young boy’s absolute dream. The two brothers went for it without needing to be asked twice, their hands flying through the sand.

All of a sudden, Teddy, the younger boy, feels something, pulls a shiny gold ring straight out of the sand, and yells, “๐‡๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ!” right as his older brother yells at the top of his lungs, “๐–๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“. ๐–๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†!” ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฆ

(๐‘ฐ ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚ ๐‘น๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‚๐’„๐’• ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐‘ป๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’š ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’…! ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’”๐’•-๐’˜๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’š๐’”’ ๐’†๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘น๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘น๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†! ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ‘‡)”

Seeing the pure joy on those boys’ faces is exactly why Cheryl, Gary, and I love what we do. Getting the kids involved turned a stressful family disaster into a rewarding, unforgettable adventure. The boys were high-fiving everyone on the beach, absolutely beaming and having the time of their lives! ๐Ÿ–๏ธโœจ

Tyler was extremely relieved to have his and his grandfather’s wedding ring back where it belonged. The sheer weight lifting off his shoulders was obvious, and he showed his gratitude with many sincere thank yous and firm handshakes all around. ๐Ÿคโค๏ธ

With this irreplaceable piece of family history safely recovered, Tyler and his family could finally start their beach dayโ€”this time with an incredible story to share for generations.

๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ! โค๏ธ

๐Ÿโ„๏ธ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐๐„ ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘, ๐๐”๐“ ๐–๐„ ๐๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ๐’๐“๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐”๐๐“๐ˆ๐๐†! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘‡
While the summer crowds have packed up and left the coast, lost jewelry doesn’t follow a calendar. If you happen to lose a ring, keys, or a precious heirloom during your fall or winter outdoor activities, don’t panic!
Our specialized metal detecting services can find lost items hidden deep in:

* ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ
* ๐ŸŒฑ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ
* โ„๏ธ ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ (๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ!!!

No matter the terrain or the season, The Ring Finders of Maine are ready to help.

Since April 2023, we have successfully completed over 300 recoveries and returns, bringing peace of mind back to families all over the state. We don’t just find lost metal; we recover irreplaceable history.

Don’t wait, and don’t lose hope. If you lose something valuable, call the experts right away! ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿšจ

๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ! โค๏ธ

Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Atlantic Ocean Surf Water, Found With A Metal Detector In Ocean Park, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐€ ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐Š ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐€๐“๐‹๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐, ๐€ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐“๐”๐๐†๐’๐“๐„๐ ๐–๐„๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†, ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡ ๐“๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐˜๐‚๐‹๐„๐ƒ ๐๐˜ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„, ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐€ ๐’๐“๐‘๐Ž๐Š๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐€๐๐’๐Ž๐‹๐”๐“๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐Š๐€๐‘๐Œ๐€! ๐Ÿงญโšก

It was a quiet afternoon around 3:45 PM on a late August day when my phone lit up with a voicemail. The message was short, polite, and carried that quiet tone of urgency that every detectorist recognizes instantly:

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š, ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“. ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’—๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’†, ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• 603-๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ-๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐‘ฉ๐’š๐’†.”

No descriptions. No locations. Just a ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐œ๐จ๐๐žโ€”meaning our caller was reaching out from New Hampshire, but likely lost their treasure while visiting our ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ง ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Behind every short message like this is a heart-stopping moment. I dialed the number back immediately, and a man named ๐๐ข๐œ๐ค answered the phone. You could hear the mixture of stress and hope in his voice as he filled me in on exactly what happened.

Nick, his family, and friends had been out enjoying a classic late-summer beach day. The sun was warm, but the Atlantic Ocean was already showing its brisk, colder autumn teeth. Nick was right in the thick of the funโ€”tossing a football around, swimming, and body surfing in the waves.

It wasn’t until he finally stepped out of the chilly water that he looked down at his hand. His heart dropped. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐“๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿ’”

The cold water had likely shrunk his fingers just enough for the heavy band to slip off. To make matters worse, it happened at ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž. The powerful waves had completely swallowed the area. Nick and his crew didn’t give up; they waited patiently for the tide to start receding. Using their beach setupโ€”their umbrella and chairsโ€”as a visual landmark, they launched a massive visual search party down by the water.

Nick knew the search zone wasn’t very large, but as any detectorist knows, a heavy Tungsten ring sinks incredibly fast into shifting wet sand, and finding it with the naked eye is impossible.
I asked Nick the big question: Which beach are you at?
“๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค,” he replied.

I asked if the tide had receded enough for me to come down and start a proper search. Nick gave me the words every detectorist loves to hear: “๐˜๐ž๐ฌ.”

But then, I had to askโ€”how did he find me? How did a guy from New Hampshire know to call The Ring Finders of Maine in his moment of panic?

Nick told me that while his group was out on the wet sand, walking around with their heads down and eyes peeled, a woman walking along the beach noticed their intense search. She stopped and asked what they were looking for. The second Nick told her he had lost his wedding ring, her face lit up.

She told Nick he needed to stop guessing and call us immediately. Why? Because ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Talk about small-world magic and incredible karma. Of all the miles of the coastline, and of all the thousands of people on the beach that day, the exact right person walked past Nick in his hour of need.

Before hanging up, I put our strategy into motion. I asked Nick to walk back out and stand exactly in the area where he thought the ring had slipped off, snap a photo, and text it to me. Not only would this give me a clear visual landmark up on the shore, but more importantly, I could pull the GPS location data right from that digital photo to pinpoint our starting grid.

Technology is a beautiful thingโ€”in fact, I had just returned home an hour or two earlier from a completely successful GPS-guided search for a lost phone down in Ogunquit! ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“

With a proven game plan locked in, ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ loaded up the heavy-duty gear, packed it all into “๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž,” and hit the road, tearing toward Ocean Park, Maine . The pressure was on, the tide was right, and the hunt was officially ON! ๐Ÿš—โšก

๐ŸŒ… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐‚๐„๐๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐ ๐๐€๐‘๐Š

By the time we pulled up and arrived at the beach, it was late afternoon. The peak summer crowds had thinned out, and the shoreline was wide, quiet, and peaceful.
Looking out over the expanse of the receding tide, we saw a single figure walking slowly across the wet sand, head down, eyes intensely glued to the ground, searching for any glint of metal.
The amateur sleuth in me quickly deduced that this had to be Nick. With our detectors ready and confidence high, Cheryl and I grabbed our gear and headed right down the beach straight toward him. It was time to put the metal detectors to work! ๐Ÿงญ๐ŸŒพ

๐Ÿ“ ๐‹๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐Ž๐‘๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐€๐“๐„๐’

Nick greeted us warmly, a look of pure relief washing over his face as we arrived with the equipment. He pointed out the general perimeter where he thought the ring had taken its plungeโ€”estimating it to be roughly a 75′ X 75′ area of wet sand.
Instead of swinging blindly, I asked for the ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ from the photo he had taken. I plugged those exact numbers into my device, walked right to the designated spot on the beach, and looked around.
With a definitive starting point locked into the digital map, I visualized the terrain, calculated the tide’s movement, and came up with my ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง. It was time to clear the zone, strip by strip. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”

๐ŸŽง ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐”๐๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐€๐Š๐€๐๐‹๐„ ๐‘๐„๐๐„๐‹ ๐’๐‚๐‘๐„๐€๐Œ

My plan was precise: start slightly to the north of the GPS pin, head south, turn around to return north, and continue this tight, parallel pattern until the wedding ring was found.
I fired up the detector and made my first grid pass. Silence. Nothing but the low hum of the saltwater background.
I turned around and headed back north on the second pass. Again, nothing. Shifting wet sand is notorious for hiding deep targets, but you have to trust the grid.
Turning around, I started heading south once again on my third pass. I was nearing the very end of the line when my headphones exploded. ๐€ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐-๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐๐ข๐จ.
I glanced down at the screen. ๐€ ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ค-๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ˆ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐“๐ˆ๐ƒ) stared back at me. In the world of metal detecting, a TID of 47 is an absolute, textbook classic Tungsten signal.
My heart did a little jump. I looked up and called Nick over to the spot. “I can’t give you a 100% guarantee,” I told him, trying to keep expectations managed, “but I am incredibly confident that this is your Tungsten wedding ring.”
With the tension at an all-time high, Cheryl quickly stepped into position and hit record on her phone to capture the moment. With Nick looking on, holding his breath, I raised my heavy-duty sand scoop and plunged it deep into the heavy, shifting wet sand… ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘€

๐Ÿ’ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐‘๐…๐€๐‚๐„

With one swift motion, I brought up the heavy scoop and threw the pile of wet sand right up onto the beach. I quickly waved my metal detector over the holeโ€”silence. Then, I swung the coil over the fresh pile of sand on the surface. ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐๐„๐„๐! The target was out.
I ran my fingers directly through the wet clump of sand. My fingers brushed against something solid, smooth, and heavy.
I pulled it free, held it up into the late afternoon sunlight, and showed it to Nick.
“๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ. ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž?”
Nickโ€™s face lit up with absolute awe. The stress of the last few hours completely vanished in a second.
“๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ’๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ!” he cried out.
Nick then reached out, gave me a very firm handshake, and thanked me sincerely. With the heavy cloud of worry completely lifted, he turned back toward his group of family and friends waiting up on the beach. ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ™Œ

๐ŸŽ‰ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐”๐Œ๐๐‡๐€๐๐“ ๐‚๐„๐‹๐„๐๐‘๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐!

Nick raised his arm, locking his hand around the recovered wedding ring, and lifted it high above his head in pure triumph! ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ™Œ

The response was instantaneous. A loud burst of applause and cheers echoed all the way down from the dry sand where his inner circle had been watching anxiously. As we all started walking off the beach together, you could see the crushing stress completely vanish from Nick. He was smilingโ€”and smiling bigโ€”as he made his way back up to his celebrating family and friends. Their late August beach day instantly turned back into a party, and the celebration was officially back on! ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ–๏ธโœจ

It is moments exactly like thisโ€”the relief, the small-world karma of a past client stepping in to help, and the pure joy of a family reunited with their irreplaceable treasureโ€”that make every single sweep of the detector worth it. From a lost phone in Ogunquit to a buried wedding ring in Ocean Park, it was a double-recovery day we won’t soon forget!

๐–๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐จ๐› ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐จ๐›, and we love being able to bring this kind of happiness back to people. And I’ll carry these exact sentimentsโ€”knowing how much we adore this calling and living by the heartbeat that ๐ˆ๐… ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐”๐’โ€”right alongside me in all our future adventures! โค๏ธ๐Ÿงญ

 

Key Fob Lost In The Sand at Pine Point Beach, Scarborough, Maine. Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐Š & ๐€ ๐‚๐€๐‘ ๐’๐“๐‘๐€๐๐ƒ๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿšจ

“๐‘ด๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’…๐’“๐’๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’….” ๐‘ฐ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’“๐’–๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’›๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’…, ๐’–๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐‘ฑ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†’๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ท๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐‘ท๐’๐’Š๐’๐’• ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰.

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐†! ๐Ÿšจ

The thick, heavy fog was rolling in across ๐Ž๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, swallowing the coastline in a damp, gray mist. Gary Hill had just successfully recovered Seanโ€™s lost wedding ringโ€”another emotional reunion in the books for TRFOM.

(If you haven’t seen it yet, be sure to check out the incredible video and full story of Sean’s ring recovery pinned right here on our Facebook page!)

๐Ÿ” ๐€ ๐…๐”๐ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐”๐‘๐๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐“๐Ž ๐€ ๐‘๐„๐’๐‚๐”๐„ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐Ÿ”

Instead of packing up right away, we decided to stay on the beach. We were waiting for Sean to call us back, passing the time by enjoying a little recreational metal detecting for a changeโ€”just swinging the detectors for fun without the pressure of a targeted search.

Thatโ€™s when the quiet was broken. My phone went off with a sharp chime. Pulling it out, I looked down at a text message that immediately shifted our gears. This is what it said:

๐Ÿ’ฌ “๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ? ๐ˆ๐ฆ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ซ ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ! ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฏ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐›๐ฅ๐ž?”

Without wasting a second, I replied: “๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ? ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž?”

๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐”๐‘๐†๐„๐๐“ ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐Ÿ“ฑ

A few minutes later, my phone rang. On the other end was a loyal follower of ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž who happened to be at a Yoga on the Beach session down at Pine Point Beachย  in theย  Town of Scarborough, Maine . She had been texting me, but realized it would be much faster if I just talked to the young man directly so he could answer my questions.

She handed the phone over, and a polite but clearly stressed voice came on the line.

“๐‡๐ข, ๐ˆ’๐ฆ ๐‰๐š๐ค๐ž,” he introduced himself.

Jake quickly filled in the blanks of what had happened. The previous evening, he had been out on a date, and the two of them ended up stargazing on the beach at Pine Point. They had been sitting up near the dunes, enjoying the perfect nightโ€”right up until the moment they decided to leave.

๐Ÿ’” ๐’๐–๐€๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐–๐„๐ƒ ๐๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ ๐Ÿ’”

When Jake and his date finally walked back to the parking lot and he reached into his pocket for his key fob, his heart dropped. It was gone.

Jake and his date immediately turned back around, frantically retracing their steps back to the spot where they had been sitting. But in the pitch black, the key fob was nowhere to be found.

They spent hours running their fingers through the cold sand, using only the dim flashlights on their smartphones to guide them. Despite their exhaustive efforts, the beach refused to give it up. It was as if the shifting sand had completely swallowed the fob whole.

๐Ÿš— ๐’๐“๐‘๐€๐๐ƒ๐„๐ƒ ๐”๐๐“๐ˆ๐‹ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐„๐„ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’ ๐Ÿš—

I listened to his story and smiled. I told Jake he was in serious luckโ€”Gary and I were only 2 to 3 miles down the road in OOB and would be there momentarily. Hanging up the phone, Gary and I immediately walked off the beach through the thick fog, loaded up, and headed straight to Pine Point.

Once we arrived, we walked out into the misty fog onto the beach. Near a group of people quietly participating in a yoga session, we spotted a young man holding a metal detector. I walked over to him and asked if he was Jake, the one looking for a key fob.

Sure enough, it was Jake. Meeting us in person, he elaborated on the rest of his exhausting night. After desperately searching the beach until the wee hours of the morning with no luck, Jake finally had to call his father and break the bad news. He was completely stranded at Pine Point after spending the entire night searching for the fob.

Jake’s date had called her parents many hours earlier and was already safely at home, while Jake’s father had driven down in the middle of the night to pick him up.

๐Ÿ›Œ ๐๐Ž ๐’๐‹๐„๐„๐ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐€๐ ๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐Ž๐‘ ๐Ÿ›Œ

But the story didn’t end there. Jake explained that once he finally got home, he couldn’t sleep for the life of him. The thought of that missing key fob was driving him crazy.

As he tossed and turned, he suddenly remembered that his father had an old metal detector tucked away somewhere. He realized if he could just dig out that old detector and get back down to Pine Point, he might still have a chance to find the fob himself.

Once they tracked down the old machine, Jake and his dad loaded back up into the truck and drove right back to Pine Point to start the search all over again.

Back on the beach, Jake diligently swung the old metal detector back and forth, while his father conducted a careful visual search of the area. Unfortunately, their persistence wasn’t paying offโ€”both came up entirely empty-handed.

Feeling defeated, Jake’s father eventually headed up to the parking lot, while Jake kept stubbornly searching in and right around the active yoga class. This was the exact moment when Gary and I finally showed up on the scene.

โšก ๐Ÿ“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐”๐“๐„๐’ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’ โšก

Jake showed us the exact area where he and his date had been stargazing, as well as the route they had walked back toward the lot. Gary and I fired up ourย  ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž detectors and got straight to work.

We set up our grid: Gary followed the dune line while I swung out a little further, both of us heading north. When we reached our northern boundary, we turned around and headed south. Still nothing.

Undeterred, we turned back to head north again. That’s when I hit a target. It wasn’t a clean, great-looking signal, but it was showing many different shapes and metalsโ€”which is exactly what I would expect from a key fob. Because of all the different internal electronics and metals inside them, fobs often mimic the appearance of trash to a detector.

I reached down, brushed away the blanket of sand, and there it sat: a black key fob. In less than 5 minutes, we had found it, and Jake would soon be able to drive his car home.

๐Ÿคซ ๐๐”๐“ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“… ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„ ๐…๐”๐! ๐Ÿคซ

Hiding the key fob completely in the palm of my hand, I started asking Jake a few questions about his walking route to and from the car. The second Jake turned his head away to point out the area, I quietly held the fob out in mid-air in front of me.

When Jake turned back toward me, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring right at the key fob in my hand.

“๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ?” I asked with a grin.

With a massive, relieved smile, Jake replied, “๐˜๐ฎ๐ฉ.”

๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ ๐€๐๐๐‹๐€๐”๐’๐„ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐†๐€ ๐‚๐‹๐€๐’๐’! ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ

Right at that exact moment, the nearby yoga class broke out into a huge round of applause! They had been watching the drama unfold, and seeing Jake finally reunite with his fob brought a cheer from the whole group.

I handed the fob over and offered my congratulations, shaking his hand.

Jake let out a ๐‡๐”๐†๐„ sigh of relief.

“๐–๐Ž๐–!!!” he breathed. “๐“๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ.”

๐–๐‡๐€๐“??? ๐“๐„๐ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’!!!

๐–๐Ž๐– is right! Jake had spent ten agonizing hours searching through the pitch-black night and the heavy morning fog without luck.

๐Ÿšซ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ƒ๐€๐๐†๐„๐‘ ๐Ž๐… ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐˜ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ÿšซ

Curious, I asked Jake if he wouldn’t mind laying the fob back down on the sand and running his father’s old metal detector over it. When Jake swung his coil over the key, the machine stayed completely silent. It didn’t pick it up at all.

As it turns out, the old metal detector wasn’t properly set up or calibrated. If it had been, Jake might have been home asleep in his own bed hours ago!

This is exactly why we always tell people: please donโ€™t rent a metal detector or buy a cheap one if you have no experience using them. Without the right equipment and knowledge of how to ground-balance and tune the machine, you could be swinging right over your lost ring, keys, or valuables, and the detector won’t make a single peep.

๐Ÿ’ธ ๐–๐„ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐€๐๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐€๐ ๐€ ๐‘๐„๐๐“๐€๐‹! ๐Ÿ’ธ

Since we only charge a transportation fee, calling ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž is actually less expensive than renting or buying a metal detector yourself!

Plus, we bring close to ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž in metal detecting straight to the search.

Heck, if you hire us and still want to get in on the action, I will even bring my backup metal detector along for you to use so you can give it a try at no extra charge!

So, another fob back in the pocket and another vehicle started up. We have the best job in the world. We love our job.

Remember, “๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ.”

๐ƒ๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‰๐š๐ค๐ž’๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐›! ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ!

๐Ÿ” ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’? ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‘๐Ž๐’! ๐Ÿ”

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Why choose ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž?

โœจ ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž: We know exactly how to tune our top-of-the-line gear for your specific item.

โœจ ๐‚๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ-๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž: We work on a reward basis and only charge a basic transportation fee.

โœจ ๐“๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ: We’ll bring a backup detector for you to use at no extra charge! We will even set it up, calibrate and show you how to use it properly.

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77 Year Old Multi Generational Gold Wedding Ring Lost in the Old Orchard Beach, Maine Ocean Water, Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒŠ๐€ ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•-๐˜๐„๐€๐‘ ๐‹๐„๐†๐€๐‚๐˜ ๐’๐€๐•๐„๐ƒ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐‘๐… ๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐Ž๐‘๐‚๐‡๐€๐‘๐ƒ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐ŸŒŠ

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š, ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ฉ ๐’š๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… 3 ๐’‘๐’Ž ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’“. ๐‘จ๐’๐’š ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰. ๐‘พ๐’†โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’†๐’šโ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐‘บ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š”

It was an early afternoon on ๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐š๐ฒ, ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐ญ๐ก, when this text message came through that instantly grabbed my attention. It was from Sean:

I was right in the middle of another active search when his message popped up. Knowing how crucial timing is with the ocean, I texted him back right away:

“๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’๐’˜. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’˜๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’•.”

As soon as I wrapped up my search, I called Sean. That was the moment the true weight of the situation hit me, as he shared the incredible history of what was sitting out there under the waves.

๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ’”

The afternoon before, Sean had been enjoying a beautiful Maine day at ๐Ž๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, throwing a football around with a friend in the surf near the Oob Pierย  He didn’t see it slip off. He didn’t feel it leave his finger. But once he stepped up onto the dry sand, he looked down and his heart shattered. His wedding ring was gone.

Sean told me that he instantly got that awful, sinking gut feelingโ€”the belief that his ring was now buried deep under the churning Atlantic Ocean and shifting sand, never to be seen again.

But this wasn’t just any wedding ring. This was a piece of his soul.

This ring originally belonged to ๐’๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, who wore it proudly for ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ• ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ before passing away in 2006. Inside the band, it held a beautifully aged inscription of his grandparents’ initials and their wedding date: ๐Ÿ—-๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—.

Sean inherited this priceless heirloom in 2006. When he met the love of his life and got married, he wanted to honor that incredible legacy. He took the ring to a jeweler and had his own wedding dateโ€”๐Ÿ“-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ โ€”inscribed right next to his grandparents’, matching the exact original script style.

๐“๐ฐ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ• ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง. ๐–๐Ž๐–. ๐Ÿ˜ญ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐‘๐š๐œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž โฑ๏ธ

I told Sean that we were already fully booked for the evening, but I could absolutely search very early the next morning. The plan was to arrive pre-dawn at ๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ to catch a ๐Ÿ“:๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• ๐€๐Œ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž.

My biggest worry? Another metal detectorist might have already stumbled across it during that morning’s low tide or the upcoming evening low tide. The pier area is a high-traffic spot, and time is always the enemy.

Hearing this, Sean and his friend decided to head down to the OOB Pierย  that night to do a visual search themselves.

Later that evening, after the tide went out, Sean texted me with the update: they didn’t find the ring, but crucially, they didn’t see any other metal detectorists working the area either. Awesome news!

To narrow things down even further, Sean had text-messaged me a photo with a circled area where he thought the ring had dropped. I sent a photo right back to him, mapping it out so we could pin down a definitive search area. Once we agreed on the exact target zone, the game plan was locked in.

Now, truth be told, Gary Hill and I never sleep well the night before a search like this. When a ring is lost within an hour and a half of a low tide, you have to execute a flawless, highly precise grid search. The ocean gives you a tiny, unforgiving window of opportunity, and you can’t afford to miss a single inch.

So instead of sleeping soundly that night, my mind was racing. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for the alarm to go off…

๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐…๐จ๐  ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ

When ๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ AM finally rolled around, Gary and I arrived at the beach. We stepped out into a pitch-black, pre-dawn darkness. Not only was it completely dark, but a thick, heavy Maine fog had rolled in, swallowing the shoreline.

Outfitted with our metal detectors, gear, and our headlamps cutting thin beams through the mist, it felt like we were stepping onto another planet. We knew the clock was ticking, and the tide wouldn’t wait for the sun to rise.

Because the ring could be hidden absolutely anywhere within that fairly large search zoneโ€”and because time was at a serious premiumโ€”strategy was everything.

โ€ข ๐†๐š๐ซ๐ฒ’๐ฌ ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐: I directed Gary to start just a little bit outside of the main search zone, closer to the mid-pier section. He would grid approximately 75 feet south to the pier turn, and then grid north 75 feet back to the northern boundary. From there, Gary would continue this exact pattern, systematically working his way east toward the low tide line.

โ€ข ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐: I was going to perform that exact same precise pattern, but with a different starting point. My mission was to start out near the very end of the pier and the low tide line. I would follow the receding tide out, even getting right into the cold ocean water to search the surf.

With our plan set and headphones on, off we went into the fog.

“๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“!” ๐Ÿคฏ

The search was officially afoot. I adjusted my gear, stepped toward the surf, and braced myself for what I thought would be a long, grueling hunt. But not even two minutes into the search, the foggy silence was shattered. I heard Gary yelling out to me through the mist.

I yanked my headphones off to hear him better. Gary shouted,

“๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“!”

๐–๐‡๐€๐“?! ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ž?!

My heart hammering against my ribs, I quickly scrambled over to where Gary was standing. He pointed down at a gleaming gold ring resting perfectly in the freshly dug sand. It was absolutely unbelievable.

But a sudden wave of caution hit me. Could it really be the right one? It was sitting just barely outside of our agreed-upon search zone. Gary carefully picked up the heavy gold band, tilted it toward his headlamp to peer inside, and checked for the inscriptions.

๐Ÿ—-๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—. ๐Ÿ“-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’.

๐˜๐„๐’! ๐€ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™Œ

Gary had found the ring in just ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ and only ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ into his grid search. ๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‘๐€๐™๐˜!!! After all those sleepless hours and racing thoughts, the ocean gave it up almost instantly.

We stood there in the fog and immediately made a video revealing this unbelievable recovery.

(๐“๐‡๐„ ๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐Ž ๐–๐€๐’ ๐‘๐„๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐„๐ƒ ๐‹๐€๐’๐“ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐…๐€๐‚๐„๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐๐€๐†๐„ โ€” ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’ ๐ˆ๐“! ๐†๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ!) ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘‡

By the time we wrapped up filming, it was just before 5:00 AM. Standing out there in the damp, dark morning air, I pulled out my phone and hit send on a text to Sean so he could wake up to the best news possibleโ€”all while quietly praying I didn’t accidentally wake him up right then and there!

๐€๐ง ๐„๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿš—

Now with plenty of time to kill until Sean called us back, Gary and I decided to do a little recreational metal detecting around the area to see if we could find anything else. Just as the morning sun was trying to peek through the heavy fog, my phone lit up with an incoming text.

But it wasn’t Sean. It was a brand new emergency call from someone in Pine Point, in the Town of Scarborough, Maine just two miles away, who had lost a key fob the previous evening.

By now, it was just before 7:00 AM, so Gary and I packed up, jumped into the Ring Finder Mobile, and drove over to Pine Point. Right as we pulled up, my phone rangโ€”it was Sean!

When he answered, I didn’t even have to break the news to him.

He had already seen the video we uploaded, and he was absolutely ecstatic! The pure relief and joy in his voice was everything. I explained that we were currently wrapping up this quick key fob search but would drive right over to see him next.

Once we finished up atย  Pine Point (more on that story in another post!), we drove a few miles down the road to Bayley’s Campground to finally return the heirloom to its rightful owner.

๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐ง… ๐Ÿ˜‚

When we met up with Sean, Gary and I decided to have a little bit of fun. Gary pulled out a completely different ring from his pocket and handed it over.

The befuddled look on Sean’s face was absolutely priceless as he turned it around in his fingers, frantically looking inside the band for those generational inscriptions.

After letting him sweat it out for just a quick second, Gary smiled, pulled out the authentic wedding ring, and said,

“๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž?”

Sean peered inside the band, saw the dates, and beamed.

“๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ!”

We all broke out into a huge wave of laughter! Sean was just completely overjoyed, chuckling with relief. A deeply sentimental, completely irreplaceable wedding ring that he genuinely thought was lost forever to the Atlantic Ocean was now home right where it belongs.

So, another priceless ring is back on the finger where it belongs. We truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

๐ˆ๐… ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐”๐’! โค๏ธ

๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ ๐Ž๐‘ ๐’๐”๐‘๐…? ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐ƒ๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญโ€”๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž!

๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ (๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•) ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

Lost Platinum Engagement Ring Lost in The Backyard Grass, Found With A Metal Detector in Portland, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐€ ๐…๐‹๐€๐’๐‡: ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐’๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐†๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐…๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐“๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ž… ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’

๐Ÿ’ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Š๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฒ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž.

She had just lost a ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐„๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ .

But as anyone in this line of work knows, itโ€™s never just about the metal or the diamond.

This wasnโ€™t a ring you could simply replace with an insurance check. This was her ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , passed down to Kiley a few years ago after her grandmother had passed away.

It was a tangible, priceless connection to a woman she loved deeplyโ€”a piece of family history woven into precious metal, now lost somewhere out there.

When Kiley called, she wasn’t just looking for a piece of jewelry. She was looking for a miracle. โœจ

๐Ÿพ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž

The details came rushing out as she explained what happened. It was a regular afternoonโ€”๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค and took her dog out into the ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก.

Itโ€™s a routine so many of us do without a second thought. Kiley would throw the ball, and her dog would happily chase it down and bring it back.

But on one specific throw, time seemed to slow down.

As she released the ball, she felt that irreplaceable ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ, flying invisibly into the thick backyard grass.

Panic instantly set in. โฑ๏ธ

She spent hours on her hands and knees, desperately searching through every blade of grass, but the backyard refused to give it up. That’s when she realized she needed backup and reached out to The Ring Finders of Maine.

๐Ÿ“ ๐‘๐š๐œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐

We agreed to meet at her home in Portland,Maineย  the very following evening, right when Kiley returned home from work once again.

Even though the ring was contained within her own backyard, we knew we wanted to find it ASAP and get it safely back on her finger. When it comes to family heirlooms like this, time is always of the essence.

The next day, ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ headed into Portland,Maine. It was late afternoon, and Kiley had just arrived home from work when we pulled up.

She immediately took us out back, and we went over the previous eveningโ€™s events. Kiley explained that she had stayed pretty stationary while throwing the ball to her dog. She took us to the exact spot she had been standing and reenacted the motion and direction of the throw.

Unfortunately, Kiley only felt the ring coming offโ€”she had no idea how far it had traveled.

I reassured her based on my experience: when someone throws a ball, a loose ring almost always flies off during the follow-through. With the arm moving in a downward trajectory and gravity working its magic, the ring usually ends up within 5 to 10 feet right in front of them. ๐Ÿงญ

โšก ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ

I fired up the ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž. My plan was to start a precise grid search just in front of where Kiley had been standing, working my way toward the fence and swinging back and forth toward the garage.

If it wasn’t there, I’d expand to the sides and behind her.

It was time to find Kileyโ€™s sentimental engagement ring.

I set the detector down in the area to begin. I didn’t even have a chance to start swinging it yet.

๐Ÿ’ฅ ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Right there, I received the exact tone I had been hoping forโ€”a loud, repeatable low tone and a low conductive Target Identification (TID) reading of 07.

My heart skipped a beat. While a man’s larger platinum ring would register much higher on the detector, an ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง’๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ .

In less than 5 to 6 seconds, before the grid search could even truly begin, my very first target was exactly what we were praying for.

๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„?! ๐Ÿคฏ

I pulled out my pinpointer, but before I could even press the button, I looked down. The ring wasn’t sitting out in the openโ€”it was completely buried in the turf, but I caught just a tiny, unmistakable sliver of the setting and the diamond.

That was all it took. I knew instantly it was exactly what I was looking for.

๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‘๐€๐™๐˜!!! ๐Ÿฅณ

๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐“๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ & ๐’๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ

I turned around, looked at Kiley, and let her know that her ring had already been found.

Stunned, she looked at me and gasped, “๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ?!”

She immediately rushed over. At first, she couldn’t spot the ring camouflaged in the thick blades of grass, so I carefully pointed it out.

The moment her eyes locked onto it, ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ž๐, shimmering just like the diamond itself. I picked up the ring and handed it back to her. ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’Ž

Instantly, you could see the crushing weight of the last 24 hours leave her body. The stress vanished, and a massive, radiant smile broke out across her face.

Her grandmotherโ€™s engagement ring was finally back where it belongsโ€”safely on Kiley’s finger.

Seeing Kiley just beaming, full of life, and sharing relief-filled laughter with us is exactly why we do this. There is truly no better feeling in the world than restoring these irreplaceable pieces of family history and watching the owners slide them back on.

Another ring back on the finger! We have the best job in the world, and I absolutely love my job.

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ. โค๏ธ

๐Ÿ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‰๐„๐–๐„๐‹๐‘๐˜ ๐ƒ๐”๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐˜๐€๐‘๐ƒ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐Š? ๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’! ๐Ÿ‚

Yard work, playing fetch, and seasonal cleanup are prime times for rings, bracelets, and watches to go flying into the brush. If you suddenly notice your jewelry is missing, time is of the essence, but what you do next matters most to ensure a successful recovery!

๐Ÿ›‘ ๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐€๐‹ ๐’๐“๐„๐: ๐’๐“๐Ž๐ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐”๐‘๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐‘๐„๐€! ๐Ÿ›‘

* โŒ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ: Raking can easily pull a ring away from its drop point or bury it much deeper under the soil.

* โŒ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ ๐›๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก: Moving yard debris by hand can easily kick up a ring or accidentally push it into dense undergrowth.

* ๐Ÿ“ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ: Try to identify exactly where you were standing when it happened, mark it with a lawn chair or stick, and leave the area untouched.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž provide professional, high-end metal detecting search services to recover your lost valuables quickly and safely without turning your lawn upside down.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐ , ๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ! We are here to bring your memories back home.

 

Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Wells Beach, Maine Ocean Surf, Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

“Youโ€™re the man to save a husband who lost his wedding ring.” ๐Ÿ’

That was the exact text that flashed across my phone from a guy named Brooks, right while Gary and I already had our metal detectors swinging in the sand at Wells Beach.

The full message read:

“Hi Dennis, a Facebook group said you’re the man to save a husband who lost his wedding ring. It was at Wells Beach right below the parking lot on the north side. Are you available to help me out? Hopefully this helps with the location. It flung off my finger at high tide when we were moving our stuff and was instantly buried.”

Brooks also sent along four crucial photosโ€”one of the ring itself and three of the location.

I immediately called Brooks back to give him the ultimate good news: Gary and I were already on the beach, and we would absolutely be happy to help “save a husband!”

As we spoke, Brooks explained the exact chain of events that sent his ring flying. He let me know it was a heavy Tungsten band with his name, “Brooks,” engraved right on the inside.

Unfortunately, he was already back home from vacation and working from home, so he couldn’t meet us at the site.

I told him Gary and I needed about a half hour to finish up the search we were currently on, and that I’d text him a few photos as soon as we arrived at his drop zone.

๐Ÿš— The Roadblock & Pure Luck

After wrapping up our first search (unsuccessfully, unfortunately), we made the move.

The spot Brooks described was at the opposite end of Wells Beach from where we had been standingโ€”directly at the end of Mile Road, right in front of Lafayette’s Oceanfront Resort.

Call it pure luck, or call it a higher intervention working some serious magic, but Gary and I had been literally less than a mile away!

We drove the two minutes over to Lafayette’s, only to run into a classic southern Maine coast roadblock: the parking situation was just horrendous.

We circled around for a few minutes looking for a spot, but there was absolutely nothing open.

Thankfully, I spotted a few open spaces at Forbes Seafood Restaurant and Takeout. I pulled in and went inside to explain our mission to the staff.

I told them we had a very tight search area and that the ring was either right there or already gone, having been lost 3 to 4 days ago.

I promised them weโ€™d only need about 15 to 30 minutes and asked for permission to park. The awesome crew at Forbes was more than happy to let us park to help “Save a Husband” and wished us the best of luck!

๐Ÿ–๏ธ Shifting the Beach Setups

So, Gary and I grabbed our gear and hit the beach.

The sand was extremely packed with people, and I immediately got that sinking feeling that the lost wedding ring could actually be buried under a beachgoer’s setup.

If that was the case, it meant we would have to come back late when the beach was empty. But we were already there, and as any good detectorist knows, you will never find a ring if you don’t try.

I snapped a few photos of the beach and sent them to Brooks, and he quickly confirmed we were in the right spot.

Gary and I immediately mapped out our plan and set up our grid sections. I took the high section, working my way north along the rocks and the seawall. Gary took the line slightly lower on the beach, also sweeping his grid line toward the north.

As we started searching, a few of the beachgoers actually recognized us and asked what we were hunting for.

When we told them we were trying to locate a missing wedding ring and “Save a Husband,” they went above and beyondโ€”they actually helped us out by shifting their beach setup slightly out of our search zone.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! We absolutely love the Ring Finders of Maine community assisting us when we are out on a mission! ๐ŸŒŠโค๏ธ

๐Ÿ”Ž Target ID: 50

Now, let’s “Save a Husband” and find this wedding ring.

Within 5 minutes, I had finished searching along the wall and rocks. I looked over at Gary and saw him already digging something.

I started moving down to search one step lower on the beach when Gary called me over.

He told me he had a really good signal but just couldn’t get it out. It was deep, and Gary’s back was starting to act up.

I checked the hole with my detector and got a very strong target, exactly like Gary mentioned. It rang up a 50 on my Target Identification (TID). That’s definitely in the Tungsten range, but it’s also right in the fishing sinker range.

I plunged my scoop deep down into the hole Gary had started and threw the sand up onto the beach.

Gary quickly searched through the pile and pulled out a heavy Tungsten Wedding Ring!

A quick glance inside the band, and Gary smiled and confirmed the magic words: “Brooks” was beautifully engraved inside.

๐Ÿ•บ The Wells Beach Happy Dance

Mission accomplished! ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโœจ

Gary and I immediately did our happy dance, breaking out into high fives and total, tension-breaking laughter.

The nearby beachgoers saw the recovery happen live and broke out into applause! Our awesome supporters who had moved their gear earlier came right over to congratulate us. Gary and I were beaming from ear to ear!

I quickly recorded a video of the ring and shot it over to Brooks. Within two minutes, my phone rang.

A very happy and relieved Brooks was on the line, completely flabbergasted that Gary had found it so incredibly fast!

As I always say, if we are put in the right area, there is a very good chance we will find it. Brooks put us in the exact right spot.

๐ŸŒŸ The Stars Align (Again)

Since Brooks was all the way home in Vermont, I asked if he wanted me to mail the ring back to him.

He then told us that his brother actually lives in Kennebunk, just off Route 1, and asked if it would be too much out of our way to drop it off there.

Talk about the stars aligning once again! Gary and I would literally be driving right past his brother’s house on our way home. We wouldn’t even have to make a detour. ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

Brooks’s very appreciative brother met us a few minutes later, and the wedding ring was safely handed off. He told us Brooks would be coming to visit in a few weeks and would get his ring back then.

Another husband saved, another ring heading back to the finger! Gary and I truly have the best job in the worldโ€”we love what we do!

“Remember, if it matters to you, it matters to us!”

Lost something valuable in the sand, water, or grass? Don’t wait! Contact The Ring Finders of Maine right away. A proud member of ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.

๐Ÿ“ž Call or Text Dennis: 207-423-3027

Gold Engagement Ring Lost In The Sand, Found In Ogunquit, Maine With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒˆ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐๐๐Ž๐– ๐ˆ๐’ ๐‘๐„๐€๐‹! ๐Ÿ’โœจ

I received a call from a distraught Cara, and her voice carried the kind of panic every married couple dreads. ๐Ÿ˜ฐ

Cara and her husband of 7 years, Bruce, had been enjoying a beautiful day on the main beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea , setting up right in front of the Norseman Resort. ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ

As the afternoon progressed, the blue skies began to bruise. It appeared a heavy storm was rolling in from the west. โ›ˆ๏ธ

Deciding to beat the weather, they quickly packed up all their beach gear and headed back to their room. ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ

But once inside, Cara’s heart completely sank. ๐Ÿ’”

She suddenly remembered taking off her precious engagement ring earlier in the day to apply lotion. For “safekeeping,” she had tucked the ring into the cup holder of her beach chair.

As any of my regular followers knowโ€”the cup holder is far from safe! ๐Ÿ›‘

Folding up those chairs launches anything inside straight into the shifting sands. ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ“ฟ

Cara and Bruce rushed back down to the beach, frantically scanning and digging through the sand where they had been sitting. But a manual grid search in loose sand usually produces nothing but panic and frayed nerves. โณ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Thatโ€™s when they called me. ๐Ÿ“ž

Cara asked if I could come down immediately. With the weather forecast looking nastyโ€”and lightning and heavy thunder threatening to roll throughโ€”I knew time was running out. โšก๐Ÿ™

I jumped right into the Ring Finder Mobile ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ’จ and headed south toward Ogunquit Beach , fighting the notorious Maine summer traffic and praying the storm would hold off just long enough for me to get a coil over that ring!

Once I arrived at the Norseman, I was promptly met by Cara and Bruce. With the sky growing darker by the minute and the wind picking up, we walked down to the area where they had been set up for the day. This was the spot where the chair had been picked upโ€”and hopefully, where the ring had slipped out. ๐Ÿ‘ฃโ˜๏ธ

As I geared up, my concern was twofold:

1๏ธโƒฃ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค-๐Ž๐ฎ๐ญ ๐‘๐ข๐ฌ๐ค: If the ring didn’t drop right where they sat, but instead fell out of the cup holder while they were carrying the chair away, there was a good chance it hit the hard-packed sand. Out there on the open path, anyone walking by could have easily spotted it, picked it up, and walked off with it. ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ

2๏ธโƒฃ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: I was also highly concerned about other metal detectorists. As I walked onto the beach, I could actually see two of them detecting not very far away. ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒพ Had they already swung their coils through Cara’s grid?

Cara and Bruce showed me the exact area they had been in. You could clearly see the disturbed sand where they had been frantically searching earlier. Interestingly, a family of beachgoers was still there, sitting right next to the spot where Cara and Bruce had been set up next to them all afternoon. ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

With Cara and Bruce’s guidance, I established my grid line perimeters. To be absolutely safe and cover all bases, I extended the perimeters to search an extra 10 feet out on all sides. ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“

I fired up the detector and went to work. I completed a thorough North-to-South grid search over the entire area. Nothing. โŒ

Refusing to give up, I turned 90 degrees and began searching the same exact area again, this time meticulously swinging East-to-West. Still, the detector remained dead silent. ๐Ÿ”‡

The ring was not being found, and I could feel the nervous tension rising from the couple. Honestly, with the dark storm clouds looming closer, I was getting pretty nervous myself. ๐Ÿ˜ฐโ›ˆ๏ธ

Since the primary blanket area was clear, it was time for Plan B. ๐Ÿ“‹ I asked Cara and Bruce to recreate their exact exit. I wanted them to walk the same precise route they had used when they packed up and left the beach earlier in the afternoon. ๐Ÿ‘ฃ

I would follow directly behind them, grid searching the path step by step. We headed out of the original blanket area where they had spent the afternoon, moving right toward the hard-packed sand and, further out, toward the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean . ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿš

With the clouds getting darker by the second, I started feeling a few drops of rain on my face. ๐ŸŒง๏ธ

I was praying hard that the downpour would hold off just a little bit longer. Once we reached the hard sand, we took a right turn, walking parallel to the Norseman Resort โ€”half on the hard-packed wet sand, half on the dry sand. ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ

About 20 to 25 feet after making that right turn, my machine suddenly gave a sign of life! ๐ŸŽ‰

I received an extremely low tone reading a ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ on my Minelab Manticore. ๐Ÿฆพ

In the world of metal detecting, a low number like that usually screams foil or trash. But a seasoned detectorist knows that thin gold rings can masquerade as low conductive targets. I absolutely needed to check it. ๐Ÿง

The target was buried right there in the dry sand, perfectly nestled on the cusp where it meets the hard-packed wet sand. ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ–๏ธ

I grabbed my handheld pinpointer and located the exact target under the sand. I started carefully brushing away the grains andโ€”๐๐€๐๐†!!! ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

An engagement ring was staring me right in the face! We had found it! ๐Ÿ’โœจ๐Ÿ†

Cara instantly burst into happy tears ๐Ÿ˜ญโค๏ธ and threw her arms around me in a huge hug. Bruceโ€™s worried look vanished, replaced by a beaming, giant smile, and I was grinning right along with them. ๐Ÿ˜

Through her happy tears, Cara told me that she had been wearing her beautiful engagement ring for over 7 years, and she just couldn’t fathom the thought of losing it forever. ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’

Well, Cara, you no longer have to worry about that! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ™Œ

But as we were celebrating, the moment had to cut short. ๐ŸŒง๏ธ

The sky opened up, and the rain started pouring down. We all quickly made a break for the parking lot and our cars. Looking back to the north, the sky was already starting to clear from the fast-moving storm, and a beautiful rainbow stretched across the horizon. ๐ŸŒˆโœจ

Would Cara’s engagement ring count as the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow? I definitely think it does! Now, I just had to make it into the truck to get out of the downpour. ๐Ÿš™๐ŸŒง๏ธ

So, another happy client and another ring back on the finger where it belongs. ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ

I truly have the best job in the worldโ€”I love what I do! ๐Ÿฆพโš“

Remember, if it matters to you, it matters to us. ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ

๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ ๐…๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐‚๐‹๐„๐€๐-๐”๐ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐„… ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐ƒ ๐€ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐’๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐Ž๐…๐…๐Ÿ‚

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  Beach season may have wrapped up in Maine, but a whole new ring-hunting season has just begun! ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ As the temperatures drop, fingers shrink, and jewelry becomes incredibly easy to lose during autumn chores. ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿงค

Did your wedding band or heirloom ring slip off while you were:

* ๐Ÿ‚ ๐‘๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ?

* ๐Ÿชต ๐’๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐?

* ๐Ÿก ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐œ๐ก ๐›๐ž๐๐ฌ?

* ๐Ÿงค ๐“๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ?ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 

Finding a ring in a massive pile of leaves or dense compost by hand is nearly impossibleโ€”but The Ring Finders of Maine have the specialized, high-tech metal detecting equipment to pinpoint it in minutes! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿฆพ

Before you accidentally bag up your jewelry with the yard waste, give me a call. ๐Ÿ่ข‹

๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•, ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ! ๐Ÿ’ฌโœจ

 

Engagement And Wedding Rings Lost In The Ogunquit Beach Surf, Found In Footbridge Beach, With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐‚๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š: ๐€ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ-๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’

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. ๐ŸŒŠAs 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:

“๐™ˆ๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ.” ๐Ÿ’”

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. ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง ๐Ÿ”

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š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ.

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Ÿ:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐๐Œ ๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก, my phone rang. ๐Ÿ“ž

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Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ 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Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, chase the tide out, and hunt as much beach real estate as humanly possible. ๐Ÿค

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. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž โณ

The next morning, Gary Hill and I arrived early at ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ

. 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Ÿ•:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, 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. ๐Ÿ”

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. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’ฅ

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.

๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ’”

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 outcomeโ€”temporarily 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. ๐Ÿ“‰

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 togetherโ€”down, but definitely not out. ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ฑ

True to my word, a week later, the tide charts lined up perfectly. I fired off a text message to Brett:

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’•, ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’“๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’…๐’ˆ๐’†, ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• 5:00๐’‚๐’Ž. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’†, ๐’‚๐’• -0.9. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’–๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’”๐’•. ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’˜๐’๐’š ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’–๐’‘๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’….”

Brett fired right back with a text that read, “๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰!!” ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I arrived in Ogunquit pre-dawn the next morning and immediately got down to business. It had been ๐Ÿ– ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ

since our first attempt, and ๐Ÿ— ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ since Kaitee’s rings had vanished into the sea.

The ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž -๐ŸŽ.๐Ÿ— ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž opened up an incredible amount of the ocean floor. It was finally time to put the coils to the sand! ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿค 

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. ๐Ÿ›ก

๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„?! ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿšจ

I stared down at it. I could instantly see the diamonds flashingโ€”it was the wedding and engagement rings, beautifully soldered together, exactly as Brett had described.

๐–๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐“๐„๐„’๐’ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†๐’! ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‰

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. ๐ŸŽฌ

๐‘พ๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•?”ย  I said into the camera. “๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š. ๐‘จ๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’.”

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.

๐€๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž โœจ๐Ÿฅ‚

Sure enough, about an hour later, my phone lit up. โšก๏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. ๐Ÿฅบโค๏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 ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž! 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, Kaiteeโ€™s 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: ๐Ÿ’ฌ

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’” ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’”! ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– & ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’”! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‹๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’…๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’๐’“ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’†๐’˜ ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’”!ย  ๐Ÿ˜‚

I couldn’t help but smile and replied:

“๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’™๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘น๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’๐’ โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™”

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. ๐Ÿ“ธ

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ. ๐Ÿค

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐’๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐๐„ ๐Ÿšจ

Have you lost your wedding ring, keys, or valuable jewelry at the beach, in the grass, or on your property? Don’t waitโ€”time is of the essence when dealing with shifting sands and tides! Call right away to get experienced metal detecting professionals on the job.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž: ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

Newlyweds Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Kennebunkport, Maine Surf, Found With A Metal Detector On Goose Rocks Beach

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐•๐„ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘‡ (๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ!)

Gary Hill and I were driving home from West Bethel Maine, feeling a bit let down. We had just spent hours searching the Androscoggin River for a lost engagement ring, but unfortunately, we came up empty-handed.

Just as we were processing the tough search, my phone rang.

On the other end was Ellen. ๐Ÿ“ž

As a loyal follower of ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž, Ellen knew exactly who to call when disaster struck! She was calling from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, in Kennebunkport Maine and she was in a panic. She was there with her family, and her son-in-law, Vincent, had just lost his wedding ring in the ocean.

Ellen explained that Vincent had walked down to the water line to wash his hands. As the water swirled around him, the unthinkable happenedโ€”his wedding ring slipped right off his finger and vanished into the shallow surf. ๐ŸŒŠ

The family scrambled. A frantic search ensued.

But as we all know, once a ring disappears into the moving surf and shifting sand, you have a better chance of being struck by lightning than finding it with the naked eye. The rolling ocean hides secrets fast. โšก

But then, Vincent did something incredible.

Instead of panicking and pacing around, ๐•๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐Ÿง โœจ

He looked around, grabbed a large stick, and jammed it into the ocean floorโ€”exactly where he was standing when the ring came off.

A brilliant, textbook move! ๐Ÿ“

I told Ellen we were just over an hour away from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก in Kennebunkport Mainet. Without hesitation, Gary and I made a quick decision. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐ŸŽ๏ธ

We completely skipped our original plan of heading home. We pointed ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž toward Kennebunkport Maine, told her we’d be there ASAP, and stepped on the gas.

When a ring is lost in the ocean, every single minute counts before the tide changes and swallows it forever! โฐ๐ŸŒŠ

When Gary and I arrived in Kennebunkport, we were promptly met by Vincent up at the house. He walked us down to the beach where his wife, mother-in-law, and the rest of the family were still trying their best to enjoy the day despite the stress. ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

As we stepped onto the sand, the first thing I noticed was that the tide had receded way out.

And there, standing completely exposed, was that large stickโ€”shooting straight up toward the sky! ๐Ÿชตโœจ

It marked the exact spot where Vincent had been standing in the water when his ring came off.

OUTSTANDING!!! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

Because the tide went out, what was once a search in the rolling surf was now sitting on dry, damp sand. Vincent’s brilliant move just turned a needle-in-a-haystack ocean search into a highly target-rich environment. ๐ŸŽฏ

Gary fired up his ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž and immediately started grid searching the north side of the pole. ๐Ÿฆพโšก

Thinking this was going to be a super quick recovery, I decided to lay low. I pulled out my phone, hoping to capture Gary on video making the ultimate save for the family. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

But the ocean sand always has a way of keeping you humble.

After five minutes of intensive sweeping on the north side… absolutely nothing. No ring. ๐Ÿ›‘

I knew we couldn’t keep Vincent and his family in limbo any longer. I looked at Gary and told him I was jumping in. I would start grid searching the southern side of the stick, while Gary continued his grid search on the northern side. ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Another five minutes passed as Gary and I grid searched our way around the stick.

Suddenly, my detector hit a target. I received a very loud, low tone. I immediately knew that beautiful soundโ€”it was the unmistakable signal of gold! ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ‘‘

I quickly alerted Vincent and Gary of the budding development. Wanting to make sure we captured the magic on camera, I asked Gary to dig it up so I could film it. Vincent also pulled out his phone, filming the recovery alongside me. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

On Garyโ€™s second scoop of sand, the ocean finally gave up its treasure. I saw the ring tumble right out of the wet sand.

“I see it! Don’t touch it! There it is right there!” I exclaimed. ๐Ÿ˜ฎโœจ

(๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’, ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™-๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘!) ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ“ธ

Vincent came right over, a massive smile lighting up his face.

“๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,” he said. And then, once again, “๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,”

Wow. Hearing it twice like that had Gary and me not only smiling, but actually blushing! ๐Ÿ˜Š

The rest of the family quickly came down to witness the moment as Vincent picked his ring out of the sand. Pure happiness, bright smiles, and joyful laughter immediately took over the beach.

As we stood there celebrating, Vincentโ€™s wife, Samantha (Sam), shared something with us that gave me actual goosebumps down the back of my neck. ๐Ÿฅถโœจ

She told us that she and Vincent had only been married for six months, and his ring was still a little bit loose. But here is the incredible part: after Vincent lost his wedding band in the water, Sam found a random rubber ring sitting up on the beach.

She took it as a direct sign from her late fatherโ€”a message sent from above to tell her that everything would be completely fine and that he was watching over them. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

This actually isn’t the first time this summer that a father watching from above sent a clear sign right before a husband’s wedding ring was found.

๐Ÿ‘‡๐ƒ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ: ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฏ๐ž? ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ™โœจ

Sam also shared that Goose Rocks Beach is a massive part of their lives. In fact, the exact spot where the family sets up their beach camp is the very same spot where Vincent proposed to Sam, and she said “YES!” ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ

It is absolutely incredible how much of their life together has already unfolded right there on that exact patch of sand.

With another ring safely back on the finger where it belongs, Gary and I walked off the beach, once again feeling deeply proud that we could help someone and put smiles back on everyone’s faces. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ‘ฃ

Later that evening, my phone lit up with a text from Vincent:

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’•! -๐‘ฝ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’š & ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’Ž” ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ!

๐Ÿšจ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐€๐๐ˆ๐‚! ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐”๐’ ๐€๐’๐€๐! ๐Ÿšจ

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, or valuable item, don’t wait for the tide or weather to change! Call 207-423-3027 ASAP and ask for Dennis. ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’จ

๐Ÿ’ก๐ƒ๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐’’๐’ ๐๐‘๐Ž-๐“๐ˆ๐ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐€ ๐’๐”๐‚๐‚๐„๐’๐’๐…๐”๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜:

If you drop something, follow Vincent’s lead! ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐šย  Stick a pole in the sand like Vincent did, drop a pin on your phone’s map to save the ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, or take ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ looking back toward the beach entrance or houses. These quick actions give us a perfect starting point and drastically increase the chances of getting your lost item back! ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ธ