#OgunquitBeach Tag | The Ring Finders

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

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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

Imagine watching a video of your family playing in the ocean, only to realize you captured the exact millisecond a family heirloom vanished into the sea…

It was a picture-perfect, hot Maine summer day at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea . Brett, his wife Kaitee, and their two young children were playing in the ocean, laughing, and enjoying some quality family time together.

Kaitee and her oldest daughter were out in the water, splashing around and jumping over some decent-sized waves while Brett and Kai were near the shore, filming the happy memory.

But in a split second, the ocean changed everything. ๐ŸŒŠAs a big wave rolled in, Kaitee lifted her daughter up high to clear the crest. The moment she put her daughter back down, she felt that sickening emptiness on her finger. She immediately pointed to her hand, looked toward Brett on the shore, and mouthed the words every married couple dreads hearing:

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

Her beautiful wedding and engagement rings, which were soldered together into one precious piece, had vanished into the surf. In the video, you can see Kaitee immediately looking down into the water, frantically trying to search through the waves. But as anyone who has been to the beach knows, it is virtually impossible to find anything in churning sand and crashing waves. ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

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

Devastated, they knew they needed help. While the video didn’t show any landmarks or depth to prove exactly how far from the shore they were, it did provide one crucial piece of evidence: ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ.

With that exact time locked in, we could calculate the exact state of the tide. Armed with that vital piece of data, Brett jumped on the phone.

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

As I listened to Brett’s story, I quickly checked the tide charts. My heart sank a bit when I saw that high tide wasn’t until 3:47 PM. Because the tide had already been coming in when Kaitee lost the rings an hour and a half earlier, the water in that area was already way over my head. Searching right then was physically impossible.

I gave Brett the honest reality of the situation: our absolute best bet was to wait for the morning low tide. I told him I could be on the beach by ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ to follow the receding water out.

But I also had a major concern. Because Kaitee was already deep out in the water when the rings slipped off, and with the rough ocean waves pounding the shore, I wasn’t sure if the morning tide would recede far enough for me to safely reach the spot.

Still, we had no choice but to try. We agreed on the plan: meet at ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, chase the tide out, and hunt as much beach real estate as humanly possible. ๐Ÿค

To make sure we didn’t waste a single second of precious low-tide time, I pulled up a satellite map. I marked up an aerial view of Footbridge Beach and sent it over to Brett. He looked it over and confirmed the exact grid section we needed to target. Now, we had a localized game plan. All we could do was wait for morning. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ

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

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

. Knowing we had a massive area of beach real estate to cover, we wanted to get a serious jumpstart before the tide fully bottomed out. Brett was scheduled to meet up with us around ๐Ÿ•:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, but there was no time to waste. It was time to get going!

Gary and I decided to divide and conquer to max out our chances. Using the beach access path way up on the shore as our central halfway point, we split the area in two.

Gary took the north side, executing a tight grid search 100 feet to the north of the path, parallel with the water. I took the south side, mirroring his 100-foot grid search to the south of the path.

Our strategy was simple: start closer to the shore on the wet sand and tightly follow the tide as it receded, fully prepared to grid right into the surf if the conditions stayed safe. With our detectors fired up and our scoops ready, we began swinging. ๐Ÿ”

The beach itself was very clean of targets. We dug a coin here and an aluminum pull tab there, but as our first hour on the sand came to a close, the rings remained elusive.

Around 7:30 AM, Brett arrived on scene. We paused to bring him up to speed on our progress. Looking out at our patterns, he confirmed we were spot on for the location. Our 100-foot grid lines to the north and south had the primary target area completely covered.

With the plan validated, Gary and I fired our machines back up and returned to the grid. Brett stayed close by, visually scanning the shifting sand along the moving tide line.

A few hours later, we finally approached dead low tide. The window of opportunity was shrinking, and despite our best efforts, the rings had still not been recovered.

Desperate to reach the deeper drop zone, I stepped directly into the churning ocean surf. Unfortunately, the sea wasn’t making it easy. The rough, pounding waves made it incredibly dangerous to push too far out. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’ฅ

With Brett looking on anxiously from the shore, Gary and I pushed as hard as we safely could, but the water simply wouldn’t let us get past knee-deep. Realizing we were out of beach real estate and at the mercy of the conditions, we had no choice but to call the search.

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

Brett was deeply disappointed, and honestly, so were we. Gary and I carry this kind of disappointment hard. When something precious is lost to the endless moving energy of the ocean, there are simply no guarantees. We give every single hunt everything we have, but sometimes, heartbreak is the outcomeโ€”temporarily anyways.

I broke down the reality of the situation for Brett before we left. I let him know that Gary and I would absolutely come back to search again, but we were fighting the upcoming tide cycles. Over the next few days, both the high and low tides were going to be higher up towards the shore. We simply wouldn’t be able to get out as far as Kaitee had been standing.

Our next real window would be a week or so later when the negative tides arrived. Those ultra-low tides would expose much more of the beach and give us the access we needed. ๐Ÿ“‰

Brett was very dejected, but I gave him my word that we weren’t giving up. I promised him we would be back, and reassured him that heavy rings generally don’t move very far on the ocean floor unless a major storm hits the coast and makes the surf much rougher than it already was. I reminded him that we have successfully made recoveries many, many days after a ring went missing.

I promised Brett I would contact him directly before we headed out for our next attempt. The three of us walked off the beach togetherโ€”down, but definitely not out. ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We tightly followed the receding waterline, sweeping carefully. For the first stretch, it was just the usual beach trash and a few more scattered coins. But we kept our focus.

After about 50 minutes of searching, my detector let out a very low, solid tone. I didn’t hesitate. I scooped up a heavy load of wet sand and threw it up onto the beach to sift through it. ๐Ÿ›ก

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

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

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

Ring hunting AFTER nine days in the relentless Atlantic Ocean, and there it was. Gary and I immediately traded high-fives and burst into those huge, stress-releasing laughs that only happen when a high-stakes hunt finally pays off.

Instead of a standard text message, I decided to show him. I pulled out my phone and recorded a video. I started by showing him the vast expanse of beach we had been gridding, and then I slowly panned the camera down to the rings, still resting perfectly in the wet sand. ๐ŸŽฌ

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

I hit send. Because it wasn’t even 6:00 AM yet, I knew it might take some time for him to wake up and see it. But we didn’t sit around waiting. With a rare negative low tide like this, you just never know what else might be hidden in the sand, so Gary and I kept right on metal detecting to make the most of the morning.

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

Sure enough, about an hour later, my phone lit up. โšก๏ธ

Brett and Kaitee were both on the line, and they were completely in shock to wake up to the unbelievable news. They were over-the-moon happy and bursting with excitement, thanking Gary and me from the very bottom of their hearts. ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ

Then, Kaitee dropped one more mind-blowing piece of information on me. She realized that the exact day we found her rings happened to be the ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž! Talk about a true anniversary miracle!

Standing out there on the beach, Gary and I were just beaming. Hearing the pure joy and relief in their voices is exactly why we do this. Bringing that kind of closure to people is simply the best feeling in the world.

Because Brett and Kaitee live three states away in Connecticut, they had already headed back home from vacation. But as luck would have it, Kaiteeโ€™s friend and co-worker, Erica, was currently vacationing just down the coast in York Beach, Maine!

We quickly coordinated a plan, and Erica and her family drove up to my house in Saco, Maineย  to pick up the precious rings. When they arrived, we all talked about just how completely improbable this whole story really was.

After Erica left to safely escort the rings back to Connecticut, I received a wonderful message from her: ๐Ÿ’ฌ

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

I couldn’t help but smile and replied:

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

A few days later, I received a beautiful family photo from Kaitee with her rings finally right back where they belong, resting safely on her finger. ๐Ÿ“ธ

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

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

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

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

Sterling Silver Engagement Ring AND Key Fob Lost In Range Pond State Park, Found With A Metal Detector In Poland, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

? THE IMPOSSIBLE DOUBLE RECOVERY AT Range Pond State Park! ?

Cheryl, Gary, and I love our jobsโ€”we truly have the best job in the world. ?

It all started on July 8th when I received a phone call from Vanessa, a Ranger at Range Pond State Park in Poland, Maine … ?

? A Tourist Stranded & A Rental Car Stuck

The day before, a tourist from Texas had been enjoying the beautiful, serene lake while floating around on an inner-tube style flotation device. ?๏ธ

Suddenly, disaster struck. His rental car key fob and keys slipped out of his swim trunk pocket and vanished into the water! ?

To make matters worse:

The Search Area: Vanessa warned me the area he had been swimming in was massive.

?๏ธThe Stakes: The rental car was still stranded at the park because that was the only set of keys the agency had given him! ??

I told Vanessa I would be there as soon as I could pack my gear and drive the one hour to the park. I immediately called Gary Hill for backup, and his response was instant: โ€œOn my way, Iโ€™ll meet you there!โ€ ?๏ธ?

? The Plot Thickens: A Second Missing Treasure

When I arrived, the booth attendant was expecting me. She told me Gary had just arrived, but then she dropped a bombshell question:
โ€œWere you told that a few weeks ago, someone lost their silver engagement ring in the lake?โ€ ?

I had no idea! She told me the park staff still had the owner’s contact info. If we found it, they could return it.I smiled and thought, โ€œAlright then, let’s go find a key fob and an engagement ring. A two-for-one type of deal!โ€ ?โœจ

?๏ธ The Grid: Searching a “Football Field” in deep water

When we met up with Vanessa down by the shore, we realized the true scale of the challenge. The search area was larger than a football field! ?

Covering an area that size on dry land is tough enough, but doing it in water feels impossible. We knew we would need a miracle to find either item, let alone both. Fortunately, the water was extremely clear with a beautiful sandy bottom, and the lake was nice and warm. โ˜€๏ธ?โ€โ™‚๏ธ

Because a large group of local city summer camp kids was playing near the tourist’s entry point, we had to adjust our boundaries. We used a large tree and a water fountain up on the shore as our east and west markers:

I started out deep near the buoys. ?

Gary started mid-water, working eastward slightly to my right.

We began making our grid passes. No keys or engagement ring on the first pass, but the lake was already giving up secrets!

I found a small sterling silver ring with CZ stones, while Gary dug up coins and typical beach trash like pull tabs and foil.?๏ธ

After a few more passes, I found another ringโ€”this one stainless steelโ€”along with an earring and more coins.

Gary was finding plenty of coins, but no jewelry yet. ?

? The Miracle Double-Strike!

We had been in the water for about 45 minutes and were almost finished with our first section. As I swung my detector, something about 7 to 8 feet ahead caught my eye. ?

Amidst the stark white sand, there was a strange black object resting on the bottom. A tree branch? Bark? Trash? ?

I kept swinging my coil and advanced toward it. The moment the coil passed over the object, my machine screamed! ?

I leaned over in the stomach-deep water to get a closer look. I squinted through the ripples, and my heart stoppedโ€”IT WAS THE KEY FOB AND KEYS! Are you kidding me?! ??

I scooped them up, held them high in the air, and yelled over to Cheryl and Gary. Gary rushed over, grinning from ear to ear as I handed them to him. ??

We stood there celebrating for a moment. As we were about to turn and leave the spot, I gave my detector one last casual swing over the exact same area.

BEEP! ?
Another targetโ€”less than a foot away! I plunged my scoop into the sand, lifted it, and let the white sand sift through the holes, in the scoop. Staring up at me from the bottom of the scoop was a beautiful engagement ring! ?โœจ

Seriously!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I hadnโ€™t even taken a single step forward, and I pulled the lost engagement ring from the depths of the lake! I checked inside the band, saw the “925” stamp, and knew instantly it was the sterling silver ring lost weeks prior.

Talk about being lucky! The two missing items had ended up less than a foot apart in a massive lake. What are the absolute odds of that? As the saying goes, “Better lucky than good!” ??

? Grateful Rangers & Happy Owners

Once out of the water, we met up with Vanessa and another ranger named Walter. I actually met Walter the previous year when I recovered a gold ring at the same park!

Walter is a massive fan of The Ring Finders of Maine Facebook page and keeps my business card right in his wallet. He promised us that whenever anyone reports a lost item to the park staff, we will be the very first phone call. Thank you, Walter! ??

Vanessa took the recovered treasures straight to the front office to notify the incredibly relieved owners. Later that day, she sent me this wonderful message:

โ€œThank you so much for coming so promptly. They picked up their keys this afternoon and were very happy and incredibly thankful for your service. It is a great service you provide. So… Thank you and Gary for all you do.โ€ ?โค๏ธ

Remember: If it matters to you, it matters to us. ?โš“

Platinum and Diamond Wedding Ring Lost In The Goose Rocks Beach Sand, Found In Kennebunkport, Maine With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

โœจ “That Was Like Magic!” โœจ How a Family’s Beach Day Was Saved by a Low Tone & a Helping Hand ?๏ธโค๏ธ

As Cheryl and I were driving home from a successful ring recovery and return in York, Maine, my phone rang. ?

The caller identified herself as Molly. She had just lost her platinum wedding ring with diamonds! ??

Molly was at Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport, Maine. She had taken her ring off and placed it in her lap while applying lotion to her children and herself. ??๏ธ

She forgot about the ring, stood up, and walked away toward the water. As she was walking, she suddenly remembered it! ??

Molly rushed back to her chair and began searching the sand, but the ring was gone. Her children and husband also searched, but came up empty. ?

Realizing they might be burying the ring deeper into the sand, they wisely stopped searching to prevent making it harder to find. It was then that I was called! ??

Cheryl and I were at a red light in Biddeford, Maine, when Molly phoned. ? I was literally at the intersection of Route 1 and the road that heads straight to Goose Rocks Beach! ?

I was closer to the beach right then than if I had gone home and had to drive back. So, I took a sharp right at the intersection and told Molly I would be there in less than 15 minutes! โฑ๏ธ?

Cheryl and I arrived in short order and were promptly met by Molly. She brought us down to where her family had set up on this 250th anniversary of our countryโ€™s independence. ???

When we arrived, Molly showed me where she had been sitting and where the family had been searching for her wedding ring in the sand. ?๏ธ?

After firing the metal detector up, I did a quick scan of the area… nothing. โŒ

I moved inside the tent a little, and one of the children moved a chair out of the way, but the search still yielded nothing. Molly then showed me the path she had taken toward the water to the right of the canopy. โ›บ

After 5 minutes, there was still no wedding ring. It was now time to start moving some of the beach bags under the canopy. ??

I asked Molly my usual rounds of questions:
? “Was it left back at the house?”
? “Have you checked the beach bags?”

Once I started back up, I searched the exact spot where a teal-colored beach bag had been sitting… ??๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

BANG!!! ?
A nice, loud, low tone rang out, reading 17-18-19 on the Target Identification (TID) screen! This TID was the absolute perfect number for a woman’s platinum wedding ring. ??

I asked one of Mollyโ€™s children if she would like to use the pinpointer to locate the target. She happily agreed, and after a quick tutorial, she found the spot! ??

As she dug in the sand with her hand, the ring wasnโ€™t appearing. She dug deeper, and still nothing! ?

I said, “It canโ€™t be that deep,” and moved in to dig deeper with my hand when Mollyโ€™s husband noted, “We did move some sand around.” โณ?

As I dug further, I felt it… and started pulling it out of the sand! ?๏ธ?

Mollyโ€™s daughter excitedly cried out:
? “Mommyโ€™s wedding ring!”

Her husband exclaimed:
? “That was down there deep!”

And her daughter added:
? “That was like magic!” โœจ?โ€โ™‚๏ธ

Molly let out a massive, joyful laugh! ?โค๏ธ

She could finally relax with her beautiful wedding ring back safely on her finger. The stress and tension instantly lifted, replaced by smiles and laughter all around! ??

With the sun shining brightly, the family could get back to enjoying their beautiful beach day in Kennebunkport. โ˜€๏ธ?

This is why we do it. We love our jobsโ€”itโ€™s truly the best job in the world! ?โค๏ธ

Cheryl and I were just beaming after recovering our second wedding ring in the span of just two hours! To top it off, Gary had also recovered a wedding ring earlier in the morning. ??

Three wedding rings recovered in one dayโ€”a true “triple crown” or a “three-peat” in the ring-finding business! ???

As we walked off the beach, we couldn’t help but think about what a legendary day it had already been.

It was only 2:25 PM, and little did we know… our day wasnโ€™t done just yet! ??

“Remember, If It Matters To You, It Matters To Us.” โค๏ธ?

Lost something valuable in the sand or water? Don’t lose hope!

??If you or someone you know has lost a ring, keys, or other precious jewelry, stop searching and call Dennis at The Ring Finders of Maine right away. The sooner you call, the higher the chance of recovery! Time is of the essence? Call or Text Dennis: (207) 423-3027