I talked to Craig on the phone, he told me about losing WW2 military dog tags that had been passed down to him from his grandfather. He was very distraught as these meant the world to him..
We talked for a few minutes on the phone about the location. It is a small beach cove at the Montage Beach Resort in Laguna Beach, CA.. The whole cove is less than half the size of a football field. I knew exactly where he was describing his loss. He agreed to meet me there, but I knew I could get there before Craig. It was important to beat the oncoming beach crowds.
I was able to spot where Craig had been digging the night before. I set up and searched a 20×20 ft area before he got to the beach. He was very positive as to where he had been the day of the loss. As I searched, I picked up the trash metal. Explaining to Craig that if I had to cross grid they would not bother me on my second pass. I showed him a peace of metallic strap which he told me was the same piece of metal he coached away from a seagull. He actually was feeding seagulls that day to get it to drop the metal strap.
I could not find his lost military dog tags. He was starting to believe that some young guys, that were sitting behind him, may have taken his heirloom keepsake. We talked about other options he might try to find his chain and tags.
I went home thinking that it could be possible the tags were buried deep because he had moved a lot of sand trying to find them. Long Story shortened.. I returned the next morning with a Pulse Induction detector that may give me a few inches more depth and would get all metal types. Starting at one end of the beach, I gridded the whole beach ( 2 hrs ). Up against the cliff in the sand I spotted an edge of one of the dog tags sticking out of the sand. Swing my coil and bam, a solid sound. Craig’s grandfathers WW2 military dog tags. More than 50 feet away from anywhere he had been. I had searched every bit of sand except about 50 square feet. Ready to call it a day.
We think that the seagulls may have taken them to that location or the young teenagers may have taken them to there, losing them or just throwing them there. We will never know! I do know that Craig was a happy guy.
Jaimee called me late in the afternoon. Her dilemma was, that her platinum diamond wedding ring had come off her finger in knee deep water while throwing a ball. The tide was coming in and it was going to be a 6.2 ft. high tide. Chances of finding it now would not be good. Most important now was to meet them to pinpoint the location and the circumstances that led to the loss.
When I arrived at Capistrano Orange County Beach Park, Jaimee and her husband Jason met me. They are beach people and she told me she always leaves her rings at home when they go to the beach. This time it slipped her mind. After losing the ring in the water somebody on the beach suggested they try to find a metal detector. They went online finding me at TheRingFinders.com.
The surf was very violent with a quick surging shore break. The tide rises about one foot an hour. It was looking like it would be better to wait till the midnight low tide. I looked at Jaimee’s desperation and thought maybe I should just try now. I went out where the waves were hitting me about waist high. After 15 minutes I decided to give up till later. Then, my first and only signal came into my earphones . It took several attempts with my sand scoop, but I pulled up a scoop full of small cobble rocks. Right on top of the rocks shining at me was Jaimee’s diamond ring. They were watching me and I held back my emotional reaction of finding the ring.
I walked up to Jaimee with the rocks and ring still in my scoop. I told her that I couldn’t search any longer. She agreed, that is when I told her to look in the scoop. No words can express the look on her face or the feelings I saw at that moment. This too, was one of those finds that surprise me just as much as the both of them. That is one of the reasons I say “I’ll Try Anywhere”.. It’s like the lottery, you can’t win if you don’t buy a ticket.. I switch that around to say, “You can’t find it if you don’t turn on your detector and swing it. ”
I love this service, I don’t like to call it a job.. I have had jobs before, but none of them made me feel this good.
When Eva’s Celphone was lost in sand the night before her friends searched several hours, she called me the next morning. She had been visiting friends that live on the beach front in Newport Beach, CA. They have a game they play on the beach throwing weighted bags into boxes that have holes in them.
Latter in the evening she couldn’t find her iPhone. Attempts to find it that evening were not successful. Eva and her friends returned in the morning but they still couldn’t find it. They found me online at TheRingFinders.com. I was only 3 miles away, but it still took longer to find a parking space than it did to find the iPhone. It was found in the area they showed me, but probably 15 to 20 feet away from where the “Find My Phone” app showed them to look. I was careful to dig with my hands, as not to damage it trying to dig it with my scoop.
Some guys don’t like to search for phones or keys because often they are picked up by someone passing by. I usually try for anything unless too large of a search area. Example would be something lost on a 5 mile jogging work out.
As many times as I have found items of value for people, it was still a special moment to retrieve this phone for Eva. Everybody was impressed at how well a metal detector works to find something in the sand. They just don’t understand that it takes a quality detector and a lot of time to learn how to operate a metal detector. If you’ve rented or bought a detector to search for a valuable item and couldn’t find it? It may still be there and recoverable by an experienced metal detector specialist
John Volek from Houston Metal Detecting Service in Texas called me. John , had received a call from a man in So. California that needed some help finding a ring that was possibly lost on a soccer field. John asked me if I could do a search in near San Bernardino.
. It’s about an hour away and I told him I was available. He gave me Al’s celphone number. We set up to meet Saturday so Al could get me close to the location.
We met at a local school 7am, but our first problem was the gates were locked. This was not going to stop us, so it was time to climb the 6-1/2 ft. fence.
Al lives 90 miles away and had attended a soccer coach certification class the week before. He wasn’t quite sure if his ring slipped off his finger while playing goalie. He had put on sunscreen and felt that may contributed to it slipping off his finger. He has worn the platinum wedding band for 17 years without remembering it falling off his finger.
We set up a large grid area, probably 100 ft square. The grass was very thick, I would guess 3 inches deep in most places. Good place for a ring to hide. There were other trash signals but I was confident I could pick out the platinum ID numbers. (12-17 to 12-20 on my CTX) .. I did check every signal with a 12 prefix and a depth of 4 inches. After an hour and a half getting near to the end of area we laid out. I could see Al was losing hope. Then I went down to check a 12-17 signal with my pin pointer. I put my fingers in the grass and one finger slipped right into the ring. I kept it in my hand asking Al to recheck that spot. As he checked it I pitched his ring to him. He went ballistic with joy and at the same time disbelief. It took about 20 minutes for Al to stop saying “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT”..
After thanking me thirty or forty times we got in our cars to drive home. Al drove 90 miles and I drove 70 miles. It was a fantastic day.