#MaineLostAndFound Tag | The Ring Finders

Oura Ring Lost In The Sand, Found In Ocean Park, Maine With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿ’ ๐‘บ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฏ๐‘ป ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘น ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฐ๐‘น๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ซ๐‘จ๐’€ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ญ๐‘ป ๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘บ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ๐‘นโ€”๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘น๐’€ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ฑ๐‘ผ๐‘บ๐‘ป 90 ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ซ๐‘บ! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

โค๏ธ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘น๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ญ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘บ ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ๐‘ด๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฌ

โ€œ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ผ๐’”!โ€

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐˜ผ ๐™‡๐˜ผ๐™๐™€-๐™‰๐™„๐™‚๐™ƒ๐™ ๐™๐™€๐™“๐™ ๐˜ผ๐˜ฝ๐™Š๐™๐™ ๐˜ผ ๐™๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™ ๐™ˆ๐™€๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™ ๐™€๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™”๐™๐™ƒ๐™„๐™‰๐™‚

At around 8:30 p.m. on Saturday, August 29, I received a text from Julia of Saco, Maine.

She had just discovered that her ลŒURA Ring was missing! She believed it had fallen out of her beach chair while she was leaving the beach at Tunis Avenue in Ocean Park, Maine around 1 p.m.

Julia had received the ring as a birthday present just a few weeks earlier, making it far more than just a small smart ringโ€”it was a meaningful gift from someone she loved.

She wrote:

โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฐ.โ€

โค๏ธ Julia, let me tell you something!

๐™„๐™ ๐˜ฟ๐™Š๐™€๐™Ž๐™‰โ€™๐™ ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™๐™€๐™ ๐™’๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™ ๐˜ผ๐™‰ ๐™„๐™๐™€๐™ˆ ๐™„๐™Ž ๐™’๐™Š๐™๐™๐™ƒ. ๐™„๐™ ๐™„๐™ ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™๐™€๐™๐™Ž ๐™๐™Š ๐™”๐™Š๐™, ๐™„๐™ ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™๐™€๐™๐™Ž ๐™๐™Š ๐™๐™Ž!

๐Ÿ’ก For those unfamiliar with an Oura Ring, itโ€™s a small smart ring that tracks wellness information such as sleep, activity, heart rate, and body temperature trends.

Julia was hoping I could search for it Sunday morning.

Fortunately, I already had a 5:00 a.m. appointment at Goochโ€™s Beach, near Kennebunkport Maine to search for another Oura Ring that had been lost while surfing three weeks earlier!

Unfortunately, we couldnโ€™t find that ring. Gary Hill and I then headed to Ocean Park to meet Julia.

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

๐Ÿ–๏ธ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—ฆ๐—˜๐—”๐—ฅ๐—–๐—› ๐—•๐—˜๐—š๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ!

Julia was already there, visually searching the sand once again.

After a quick meet-and-greet, she showed us the search area near the top of the slope, in the area commonly known as the โ€œTowel Line.โ€

On a hot summer day, this is one of the most sought-after spots on the beach!

The search area was only about 65โ€“75 feet long, from the beach access path to the Towel Line.

Gary and I split up.

Gary started at the spot where Julia had placed her beach chair, working toward the access path. I started at the path and worked toward Gary.

We figured the search would take 10โ€“15 minutes.

We had no idea how quickly this search would end!

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

๐Ÿ˜ฒ โ€œ๐™…๐™๐™‡๐™„๐˜ผ, ๐˜พ๐™Š๐™ˆ๐™€ ๐™ƒ๐™€๐™๐™€!โ€

We had barely started swinging our detectors when Gary suddenly yelled over to us:

โ€œ๐™…๐™๐™‡๐™„๐˜ผ, ๐˜พ๐™Š๐™ˆ๐™€ ๐™ƒ๐™€๐™๐™€!โ€

There was a little excitement in his voice.

My first thought?

๐—ก๐—ข ๐—ช๐—”๐—ฌ!!!

We hadnโ€™t been searching for more than 90 SECONDS!

Julia and I hurried over to Gary.

There he stood, wearing that familiar sly smile! ๐Ÿ˜

He pointed down at the sand, and there it was!

About one-quarter of Juliaโ€™s little Oura Ring was sticking out of the sand, right where she had been sitting along the Towel Line!

๐Ÿ’ ๐—™๐—ข๐—จ๐—ก๐——!

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

๐ŸŽฏ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ด๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ช ๐‘ต๐‘ผ๐‘ด๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ๐‘น: 02!

Gary told us heโ€™d heard a very good, low-tone signal on his Minelab Manticore, with a Target Identification (TID) reading of 02.

Neither of us had ever recovered an Oura Ring before, so we had no idea what its TID would be.

Thatโ€™s why we always check ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐’€ ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘ต-๐‘ญ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘บ ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ!

You never know what that next signal might turn out to be. Ignore those low numbers, and you could miss something important!

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

โค๏ธ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—•๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง ๐—ข๐—™ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—๐—ข๐—•

Julia immediately picked up her ring and gave Gary and me both a ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ผ๐‘ฎ, thanking us for finding her birthday present!

As she walked away, she was beaming from ear to ear. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Gary and I talked about finding our very first Oura Ring, but more importantly, we talked about why we do what we do.

This wasnโ€™t an expensive engagement ring. It was a birthday present from a family member, and it meant the world to Julia.

๐“๐‡๐€๐“โ€™๐’ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ˆ๐“โ€™๐’ ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐€๐๐Ž๐”๐“!

We have the best job in the world. We love helping people recover things they thought were gone forever.

Sometimes itโ€™s an expensive diamond ring. Sometimes itโ€™s a simple piece of jewelry. And sometimes itโ€™s a little smart ring with tremendous sentimental value.

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐„ ๐ˆ๐’๐โ€™๐“ ๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐“๐„๐Œ. ๐ˆ๐“โ€™๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐Œ๐„๐€๐๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐ ๐–๐‡๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐“. โค๏ธ

Julia, weโ€™re so happy we could get your birthday present back on your finger!

๐Ÿ‘ ๐€๐๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐’๐”๐‚๐‚๐„๐’๐’๐…๐”๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐๐„!

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

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

๐Ÿ–๏ธ Beach season may be over, but ๐–๐„ ๐’๐„๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡ ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐˜๐„๐€๐‘ ๐‹๐Ž๐๐†!

๐Ÿ’ Rings lost in grass and lawns

๐Ÿ‚ Jewelry hidden beneath fallen leaves

โ„๏ธ Rings lost in snow

๐ŸŒŠ Items lost in lakes, rivers, and coastal waters

๐Ÿ”‘ Keys, key fobs, phones, property pins, and more!

โฐ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐’๐’๐„๐๐‚๐„! Donโ€™t assume your lost item is gone forever. The sooner you contact us, the better!

๐Ÿ“ž ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

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โค๏ธ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐๐„

โ€œ๐ผ๐‘“ ๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข, ๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ˆ๐‘ !โ€

๐Ÿ’ ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐ผ๐‘ก, ๐‘Š๐‘’โ€™๐‘™๐‘™ ๐น๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ผ๐‘ก!๐Ÿ’

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”

Have you lost a wedding ring, heirloom jewelry, car keys, or a vital key fob in the sand, snow, or grass? Skip the stress and expense of buying or renting equipment you haven’t been trained to use.

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.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• and ask for Dennis to get a recovery specialist on the way immediately, or send us a direct message right here on Facebook!

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•

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

Titanium Wedding Ring Lost In The Ocean Water, At Short Sands Beach, York, Maine. Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL RECOVERY IN YORK, MAINE! ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ™Œ

Just at 1:29 PM today, I received a text from Brian with a message that every married person dreads. Around 1:00 PM, he had lost his wedding ring in the water at Short Sands Beach in York, Maine.

Brian had been out in the ocean playing volleyball with his children when the ring slipped off. Fortunately, he was able to provide incredibly precise details about exactly where he was. His text read:

“Hi Dennis, my name is Brian W*******. I lost my wedding ring today in the water at Short Sands Beach in York. It was around 1pm, high tide was 12:30. I was only waste deep at the time, about 30ish yards from the rocks on the left side, the Union Bluff Hotel side. Is it at all possible you might be in the area?”

๐Ÿ•’ The Quick Reply & Setup

I immediately replied: “Hi, I am at a Dr appointment, with my mother. We should be finished very soon and I can come as soon as she is done. Do you see or feel it coming off?”

Brian quickly texted back: “I was standing in one spot hitting a volleyball. I didnโ€™t see it come off but it definitely did while playing. I know the tide goes out pretty far.”

I let Brian know that my mother would soon be done with her appointment and I would be on my way to meet up with him. Once I brought my mother safely home, Cheryl and I geared up and headed straight to York, Maine.

๐Ÿ–๏ธ Formulating the Strategy

We arrived at Short Sands Beach around 3:15 PM and contacted Brian to get his location. We walked down past Fun-O-Rama to meet him, and he immediately took us down to the area where the volleyball game had taken place.

With low tide still three hours away, it was time to formulate a strategy. Brian told me the lost band was a Titanium Wedding Ring. He knew exactly where he had been standing to play volleyball, but as any ring finder knows, a ring can fly off a finger in absolutely any direction when you strike a ball.

Because the beach was far too busy to navigate the crowds on the dry sand, my game plan focused exclusively on the wet sand. I decided to grid search north to south, parallel with the shoreline and the receding water. I told Brian I would start about 20 feet closer to the shore and sweep an approximately 60-to-75-foot width of the wet beach. This would ensure I covered everything straight through his playing zone and all the way down to the low tide line.

๐Ÿ” Ok, Letโ€™s Go Find a Wedding Ring!

Fired up and ready, I flipped on the metal detector, dialed in the settings for the wet salt sand, and took my first sweeps.

Almost immediately, a challenge popped up. The wet sand was still packed with people, beach chairs, and gear. Since I couldn’t sweep right under active beachgoers, I had to pivot my technique. Whenever I ran into a crowded spot I couldn’t access, I dug a couple of distinct holes in the sand right next to it. This was my marker systemโ€”a visual reminder of exactly where I needed to double back and search later as the crowds packed up for the day.

Slowly, I worked my way down toward the surf. My detector was singing, but it was just the usual beach junkโ€”pull tabs, foil, and the occasional coin. After nearly two hours of relentless swinging, I hit the low tide line. I doubled back to sweep every single area I had previously marked with my holes. Still nothing.

๐Ÿ›‘ Facing a Football Field of Sand

Brian and I huddled up to rethink our plan. There was no way that titanium ring had rolled all the way down to the low tide mark on its own. Since he never felt it slip off, I suggested a new theory: the ring might be sitting much higher up on the wet beach, or even in the dry sand around his family’s original setup.

I estimated it would take me another hour to grind out the space between my starting line and their beach blankets.

Expanding the grid meant I was now staring down a search area the size of a literal football field. It was a massive amount of ground to cover alone, and I knew that if the ring didnโ€™t turn up here, we would have to completely reassess the situation.

๐Ÿšจ The Best Tone of the Day

By now, it was just after 5:00 PM. The beach was finally starting to clear out as I worked my grid back up towards the dunes.

Suddenly, about 30 feet higher up from my original starting point, my machine let out a beautiful, crisp low tone. It was easily the best-sounding target of the entire day.

Could this be it?

I looked over at Brian and told him the signal was incredibly promising, but I didn’t want to guarantee anything until it was out of the ground. I scooped deep into the heavy, hard-packed sand and flipped it over.

There, nestled perfectly in the clump of sand inside my scoop, a silver band caught the light. I just knew it had to be his!

Brian hurried over, took one look into the scoop, and instantly verified it was his missing titanium wedding ring!

The beach immediately erupted! High fives and hugs were exchanged, and a nearby group of beachgoers who had been silently pulling for us the entire afternoon broke out into wild cheering and clapping. Brian was absolutely ecstatic, smiling from ear to ear with his ring back where it belonged.

(๐ŸŽฌ If you haven’t seen it yet, make sure to check out the Reel we posted last night to see Brian’s live reaction, the beach crowd cheering, and all the high fives!)

โค๏ธ Why We Never Give Up

That exact rush of emotion is precisely why I refuse to give up on a hunt. I knew the ring had to be out there somewhere. When you hit the two-hour mark with empty pockets, you just have to dig deep and push onward until every single avenue has been explored.

The ring was sitting perfectly within that original 75-foot width we mapped outโ€”it was just sitting a lot higher up the beach than Brian ever realized. Was it thrown that way when his hand struck the volleyball? Was he standing a bit further up than he remembered? Did the incoming tide push it landward? We will never know. But that unpredictability is exactly why expanding your grid is so vital. You can never truly predict where a flying ring will land!

By the time we pulled it up, Brian’s wife and kids had already headed back to the room to get ready for dinner. After another celebratory handshake, Brian took off in a hurry to go surprise his family with the incredible news. Dinner was definitely going to taste a whole lot better tonight with that ring back on his finger.

I love my jobโ€”it truly is the best job in the world.

Remember, if it matters to you, it matters to us! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ

 

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

 

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

Gold and Diamond Wedding Ring Lost In The Drakes Island Beach Sand, Found With A Metal Detector In Wells, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ-๐’๐„๐‚๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐€๐‹๐„๐‘๐“! ๐Ÿšจ

“Hi there! I believe I lost my wedding ring on Drakes Island Beach today and heard about your services. Are you available?”

With that incoming 6:46 PM text, the clock instantly started ticking. A frantic search for a lost ring was officially underway! โฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

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

Because it was now almost 7:00 PM and daylight would soon be a distant memory, I knew there wasnโ€™t a single second to waste. Instead of typing out a reply, I immediately called the number back. When time is working against you and the dark is rolling in, calling the client directly will always expedite the process much faster.

When the call went through, I identified myself and “Molly” thanked me for getting back to her so quickly. Molly explained that she and a group of family and friends had spent the day at Drakes Island Beach in Wells, Maine. Once the group finally packed up, left the beach, and Molly arrived home, she looked down and noticed her wedding ring was missing.

๐Ÿช‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐‚๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐‘ ๐“๐‘๐€๐

Molly explained she had taken her wedding ring off at the beach to apply lotion. Wanting to keep it safe, she had placed the ring into the cupholder of her beach chair.

We all know this story too well, don’t we? And we all know exactly what happened next. Molly forgot about the ring, picked up the chair, flipped it over to carry it, and walked off the beach! ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ ๐“๐‡๐„ “๐Ž๐”๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐Ž๐–๐” ๐‚๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹๐„๐๐†๐„

She was incredibly stressed, but I reassured her that if it was dropped right where they were sitting, there was a great chance we could track it down. I hung up, quickly loaded my gear into the vehicle, and prepared to head out. But first, I needed a plan to find the exact location on an empty beach in the dark.

I asked Molly if she would be able to meet me down there to point out the grid area. Unfortunately, she was already at an out-of-town event and couldn’t make it back. Thinking fast, I told her I would send over an aerial satellite view of the beach and have her mark up the rough area where they had set up. She agreed, and within minutes, I had my map marked with the target zone.

๐Ÿ’Ž ๐’๐Œ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐„๐€๐•๐˜ ๐“๐‘๐€๐…๐…๐ˆ๐‚

Before heading out, I asked one more critical question: “What metal is the ring made of?”

“Gold, with diamonds,” she replied. Knowing it was a small woman’s ring meant it wasn’t going to be a massive, booming gold signal. It was going to be a delicate, low-to-mid conductor on the machine, meaning I would need to listen very closely to the faint, crisp tones to avoid missing it in the sand.

I told Molly that because of the heavy summer traffic, it usually takes me about 35 to 40 minutes to get down to Drakes Island Beach. I promised to leave immediately and told her that once I arrived, I would take a few photos of the beachfront house she had mentioned they were set up in front of to confirm we were looking at the right spot.

As any experienced detectorist knows, it is always best to have the client show you personally where they had set up. I have been on far too many searches where the client isn’t available, only to find out later that they sent me to the completely wrong section of the beach. Let’s be honestโ€”in the dark, or even the daylight, beaches all look the same, right? ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐ŸŽฏ ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐’๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐Œ๐„๐ƒ, ๐‚๐Ž๐ˆ๐‹ ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ

With the house description in mind, Molly’s marked-up map on my phone, and the knowledge that I was looking for a small, delicate gold ring, Cheryl and I hit the summer traffic and made our way down to Wells.

Once Cheryl and I arrived, dusk was settling in, but there were still a few lingering beachgoers enjoying the late evening air. I quickly scanned the coastline and spotted the house Molly had described. To ensure we didn’t waste a single swing on a false lead, I snapped a few photos of the property and sent them over to her. Molly replied almost instantly, confirming that it was, in fact, the exact house they had set up in front of.

With the location locked in, the correct beach zone verified, and the daylight almost entirely gone, it was time to turn on the machine and start the grid search for that small gold ring.

My game plan was to start at the southern end of my grid area and work my way north, parallel to the Atlantic Ocean. I would search the entire width of the house footprint and then head back south from where I had started. If I wasn’t able to locate the ring there, I would then expand outward.

โšก ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐ ๐”๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ ๐’๐„๐‚๐Ž๐๐ƒ๐’!

On my first grid pass heading north, I found nothing but a few pieces of aluminum trash. I turned around and headed back south. Just a few steps into the return pass, a loud, clear, low tone rang through my headphones. As I swept my coil back over the target, I looked down and could actually see the outline of a small gold ring with stones sitting right there in the sand.

๐–๐Ž๐–!!! I had found Molly’s wedding ring in under 60 seconds of actual search time! Molly had put me spot-on the exact location and it paid off ๐๐ˆ๐† ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„!!! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ฅ

I brushed off the sand, took a few photos of the beautiful ring, and texted them over to Molly to share the good news. She replied almost immediately: “Yes! Thatโ€™s it. Thank you so much. Incredible โœจโœจโœจ”

๐Ÿค ๐๐‘๐Ž๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‘๐„๐๐”๐“๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐

I then asked Molly if we could meet up somewhere so I could safely return the ring to her. Because she was still stuck out of town at her event, she told me, “You can just leave it on the porch doormat.”

As a professional, that just didn’t sit right with me. I replied, “I really donโ€™t want to leave it. My reputation is everything, and if by some chance it goes missing, I would just feel terrible. I can drive it back down to you tomorrow sometime if you like if youโ€™d rather not have me come out to Kennebunkport, but Kennebunkport really is on my way home. Itโ€™s not a problem.”

Molly texted back, “Are you sure? Weโ€™re in a super safe neighborhood! You can totally just leave it at the doormat.”

Understanding my perspective, Molly then suggested an alternative option: leaving it with her friend Becca, who had been at the beach with them earlier in the day. Becca lived right on Drakes Island, meaning Molly would easily be able to pick her wedding ring up from her the next day.

Perfect. I received Becca’s address, and Cheryl and I drove it right over in the pitch-dark. Although I wasn’t able to meet Molly in person, Cheryl and I left Becca’s house smiling once again. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿš˜

A short while later, I received one final text from Molly that made the whole rush worth it:

“๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐’๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž ๐Œ๐”๐‚๐‡ .๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’–!!! ๐‘พ๐’๐’˜ ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’›๐’†๐’…”

We truly have the best job in the world, and we love what we do.

Remember, “๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐‘ผ๐’”.” โค๏ธ

๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“!

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Gold And Diamond Wedding Ring Lost In The Atlantic Ocean Water, Found With A Metal Detector, in Camp Ellis, Saco, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

ย ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐€ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”-๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐–๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐„๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ

“๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ…”

That was the emergency text that came in from Mike. He was down at Camp Ellis Beach, playing catch with a football in the surf the afternoon before when his ring slipped off into the ocean.

When Mike messaged me, he was already back at the beach, frustrated and stressed. As a Ring Finder, I know that time and tides wait for no one. I immediately asked Mike what exact time the ring was lost so I could calculate the tides. It was lost between 3:00 and 4:00 PM the day before. Looking at the clock, I knew right then: ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง.

I told Mike to save me a parking spot on Pearl Ave. Cheryl and I grabbed our gear, jumped in the truck, and headed straight out. Camp Ellis is just about four miles down Ferry Road from our home, so we pulled up to the beach in less than 15 minutes. When it comes to recoveries in the surf, every minute counts.

I grabbed my gear and headed onto the sand. As I arrived, a local detectorist told me that he had already been searching for two hours but wasn’t able to find it. He also mentioned he hadn’t searched the water or the wet sand. I thought to myself, โ€œOk then.โ€ My first instinct was that the diamond wedding ring was lost in up to two feet of water, and that is exactly where I was heading.

Mike and his family noticed our arrival and flagged us down. He walked me through the exact events of the previous day and pointed out the small, specific area where they had been throwing the football.

Then, Mike told me something that broke my heart. He said that when he lost the ring, he was so completely devastated that he just wanted to call the remainder of their vacation off right then and go home to Massachusetts. His wedding ring meant everything to him. He couldnโ€™t stand the thought of being on the beach, knowing his ring was buried under the water and sand, assuming he would probably never see it again.

Once I heard that, I looked at him and told him I would do everything humanly possible to find his extremely sentimental wedding ring. I explained the game plan to the family: with the tide already turning and starting to come back in, I would start right at the water’s edge, work my way south for about 25 feet, turn around, and head back northโ€”slowly and meticulously gridding the entire area.

I turned on my detector and thought: ๐‘ถ๐’Œ, ๐’๐’†๐’•’๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐‘ด๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†’๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.

I took exactly two steps into the wet sand and water when my headphones lit up. I had my very first target. It was a beautiful, loud, low tone registering a ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ” 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) ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž. The machine was telling me that whatever was down there was shallowโ€”just 0 to 2 inches beneath the surface.

I dug a quick scoop of the sand, threw it just outside the reach of the incoming water, and looked down. Shining right back at me was ๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐„’๐’ ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐Œ๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†!

๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‡๐€๐•๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐“ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„!!!!

Having just left Mike’s side less than a minute earlier, I knew how completely heartbroken he was, and I wasn’t going to make him wait another single second. I looked back up at the family, waved them down, and shouted: “๐Œ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ .”

Mike and his family came running right down to me at the water’s edge, and an immediate wave of hugs, handshakes, and thank you’s ensued. You could visually see the heavy knot in Mike’s stomach and the crushing worry in his mind completely vanish in an instant.

๐€๐ง ๐”๐ง๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐”๐ฉ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž:

A week or so after the recovery, I received a text from Mike that reminded me exactly why Cheryl and I do this.

He wrote:

ย “๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’”๐’†๐’„๐’๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’š. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’†’๐’” ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’”๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š๐’”. ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’™ ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰! ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’—๐’† ๐’Š๐’•!!!!”

I told him there was no better feeling than being able to help others get their lost history back. For me, it was all in a day’s work. Based on how he described losing it, I knew the ring would be in the shallow surf. Since the waves were minor, rings don’t move muchโ€”so I trusted my gut and went straight for that spot.

Mike replied: “๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’–๐’• ๐’—๐’‚๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’“๐’•. ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†โ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’๐’†๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’›๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’š๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’๐’.”

Vacation saved. 26 years of marriage history restored. This is exactly why we do what we do at The Ring Finders of Maine!ย 

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, phone, or jewelryโ€”don’t wait, and don’t try to sift the sand yourself. Time is of the essence. Call Dennis at The Ring Finders of Maine: 207-423-3027

ย We love a happy ending!

Sterling Silver Navajo Wedding Ring Lost in The Water Of Crystal Lake, Found With A Metal Detector In Gray, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

COINCIDENCE, MEANT TO BE, OR NAVAJO SPIRIT? ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ’โœจย 

As Gary Hill and I were just finishing up with recovering Matt’s wedding ring from Tripp Lake in Poland, Maine, my phone rang.

The caller identified himself as Jack. He was visiting Maine on vacation all the way from Utah! ๐ŸŒฒโœˆ๏ธ

The previous day, Jack and his wife were enjoying a hot summer day floating around Crystal Lake in Gray, Maine, right in front of their rented lakeside house. Jack told me he had taken his wedding ring off and placed it safely in his pocket while floating around. He was worried that all the paddling around with his hands in the water would make it slip off.

But when he exited the lake, his worst nightmare came true: the wedding ring was no longer in his pocket. ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

Jack told me he had been wearing that ring for over 20 years. He was absolutely heartbroken and desperately hoping we could help.

I asked Jack what metal the ring was made of. He told me it was sterling silver with turquoiseโ€”a traditional Navajo-style wedding ring. Wow! Very cool, and incredibly unique for us to find here in Maine! I learned that these traditional Navajo rings are deeply popular in Utah, Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and the Southwest in general. ๐ŸŒตโ˜€๏ธ

I smiled and told Jack that he was in major luck. Gary and I were literally just 7 to 8 miles away at Tripp Lake, and we could be at his rental in less than 10 minutes! ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ’จ

Thatโ€™s when the story took a wild turn. ๐Ÿคฏ

Jack told me he wasn’t even at the lake houseโ€”he was currently down in Portsmouth, New Hampshire visiting his sister! He had been venting to her about losing his precious ring, and his sister looked at him and said, “You need to call The Ring Finders of Maine right now.”

As it turns out, his sister had just read a newspaper article about us and all the success weโ€™ve been having! ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ™Œ

Think about the sheer luck of this: Jack is from Utah and had never heard of us. He loses a rare Southwestern ring in a Maine lake. He goes to New Hampshire to tell his sister, who just happens to have read an article about our recoveries. He calls us, and we are practically right down the street wrapping up another successful rescue!

Jack immediately called his wife at the lake house to let her know we were on the way. Gary and I threw our gear into The Ring Finder Mobile and took off. โšก๏ธ

THE SEARCH BEGINS… ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”

True to our word, Gary and I arrived just 10 minutes later at the lake house in Gray. We were met by Jack’s wife, Karen. She took us down to the water, where she and her friend were sitting and enjoying the afternoon, looking out over beautiful Crystal Lake.

Karen showed us the search area, and Gary and I had to smile. We had just left a massive 15,000โ€“18,000 square foot search area at Tripp Lake, and now we were looking at a tiny 30′ x 50′ zoneโ€”only about 1,500 square feet! ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ™Œ

Karen explained that they were literally just floating around right in front of the house and hadn’t gone much past the dock. ๐Ÿชต

Alright then, letโ€™s get our gear and find this very sentimental Navajo wedding ring! ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ

We mapped out our battle plan: Gary’s Mission: Start grid-searching the shallow shore water and systematically work his way out deeper into the lake. 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 

My Mission: Walk out as deep as I could safely search, then grid my way back in toward the shore and Gary. 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 

With two detectors swinging and a perfect pincer movement, we were determined to find it. ๐Ÿคž๐ŸŒŠย  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 

With Gary starting at the shoreline near the dock, I headed out to the deeper water in front of it. We worked in perfect unison, heading north and then turning to head south.

As I got just past the dock, I was reaching my absolute depth limit. With every step, I was sinking down about six inches into the heavy muck. I wouldn’t be able to go much furtherโ€”safely, anyways. One or two more steps out into the dark, murky water, and that would have been it. ๐ŸŒŠ

At that exact point, my detector screamed. My very first signal. ๐Ÿ”Š

I scooped up a heavy load of muck and decaying vegetation, lifting it up to throw into my floating sifter. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right there in the middle of the muck, I saw just a sliver of silver and blue.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Not even three minutes into the hunt, on my absolute first target, I found Jack’s Navajo wedding ring! I yelled up to Karen on the shore, asking if the stones were blue turquoise. She yelled back, “YES!”

MEANT TO BE! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’™

Once I got up on shore, Karen and her friend were in absolute shock. They couldn’t believe we found it, and they definitely couldn’t believe we found it so fast! ๐Ÿคฏ

Gary and I left a very happy, appreciative, smiling Karenโ€”but not before we got our celebratory hugs! ๐Ÿค—โœจ

Unfortunately, I never was able to meet Jack in person, but I called him up right there from the shoreline to deliver the good news. He was completely speechless and in absolute shock! He thanked me from the bottom of his heart for saving a piece of history he thought was gone forever. ๐Ÿฅนโค๏ธ

Well, a little luck goes a long way, and everything about this search came together perfectly:

Jack’s sister just happening to read that newspaper article about our success.

Gary and I being a mere 10 minutes away.

Going from a massive search area to a tight 1,500 square foot spot.

And the biggest miracle of all: the ring was right at my depth limit. If it had been just one or two steps further out, I wouldn’t have been able to safely reach it! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿšซ

A NAVAJO BLESSING IN MAINE? ๐Ÿฆ…โœจ

As I held that beautiful ring, I couldn’t help but wonder. This ring spent over 20 years on Jackโ€™s finger, crafted in a tradition steeped in deep connection, intention, and meaning. Turquoise is known as a stone of protection and a bringer of good fortune.

To have it slip away in a dark Maine lake, only for a chain of unexplainable events to bring us right to it in under three minutes… you have to wonder if a higher energy was at work. It felt less like simple luck and more like a protective blessing guiding my scoop right to the exact spot.

WHAT A DAY! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ

As Gary and I were driving home to Saco, Maine, we rehashed the wild timeline of our day.

We had left Saco at 5:45 AM and headed straight to Footbridge Beach , in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea for an unsuccessful search (at least for that dayโ€”more on that story in the future!). From there, we headed to Tripp Lake in Poland, Maine, then over to Crystal Lake in Gray, Maine.

By the time we finally pulled back into Saco, it was 2:45 PM. What a day! 9 hours on the clock and 140 miles driven, but most importantly: two more wedding rings are back on their owners’ fingers. ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐Ÿ’

We love our job. We truly have the best job in the world!

ย If it matters to you, it matters to us. ๐Ÿฆ…โค๏ธ

THE ULTIMATE THANK YOU โœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‡

The very next day, I received this incredible text from Jack that truly made the whole journey worth it:

“Hi Dennis, I canโ€™t thank you enough for finding my ring yesterday. That ring meant a lot to me and I couldโ€™ve bought a new one, but it wouldnโ€™t have been the same. You guys are incredible! The timing was unbelievable, because my sister saw the article in the paper just two days ago, and without that, we would never have known anything about you. Itโ€™s a miracle! Thank you so much, Jack H.”

๐Ÿ’ฅ LOST SOMETHING PRECIOUS? TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Did you lose your wedding ring, keys, or family heirloom in the water, sand, or snow? Don’t wait! The sooner you call, the better the chances of recovery before things shift or sink deeper.

๐Ÿ“ž Call 207-423-3027 and ask for Dennis!

Let The Ring Finders of Maine bring your lost treasure home.