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

October 24th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

Contact:

1-207-423-3027
Call or Text

🚨 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 & 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇! 🚨

“𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅.” 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆’𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉.

🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐆! 🚨

The thick, heavy fog was rolling in across 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, swallowing the coastline in a damp, gray mist. Gary Hill had just successfully recovered Sean’s lost wedding ring—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!)

🔍 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 🔍

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 change—just swinging the detectors for fun without the pressure of a targeted search.

That’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:

💬 “𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐞?”

Without wasting a second, I replied: “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?”

📱 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 📱

A few minutes later, my phone rang. On the other end was a loyal follower of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 who happened to be at a Yoga on the Beach session down at Pine Point Beach in the 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.

“𝐇𝐢, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞,” 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 night—right up until the moment they decided to leave.

💔 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 💔

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.

🚗 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 🚗

I listened to his story and smiled. I told Jake he was in serious luck—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.

🛌 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 🛌

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 off—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.

⚡ 𝟓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐯𝐬. 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ⚡

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 our 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 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 metals—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.

🤫 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓… 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍! 🤫

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.

“𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭?” I asked with a grin.

With a massive, relieved smile, Jake replied, “𝐘𝐮𝐩.”

🧘‍♂️ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐆𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒! 🧘‍♂️

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 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 sigh of relief.

“𝐖𝐎𝐖!!!” he breathed. “𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭.”

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓??? 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒!!!

𝐖𝐎𝐖 is right! Jake had spent ten agonizing hours searching through the pitch-black night and the heavy morning fog without luck.

🚫 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 🚫

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 don’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.

💸 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋! 💸

Since we only charge a transportation fee, calling 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 is actually less expensive than renting or buying a metal detector yourself!

Plus, we bring close to 𝟓𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 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, “𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬.”

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐛! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!

🔍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒? 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒! 🔍

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 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞?

✨ 𝟓𝟎 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: We know exactly how to tune our top-of-the-line gear for your specific item.

✨ 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: We work on a reward basis and only charge a basic transportation fee.

✨ 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟: 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.

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟕-𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕 and ask for Dennis to get a recovery specialist on the way immediately, or send us a direct message right here on Facebook!

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

October 22nd, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

Contact:

1-207-423-3027
Call or Text

🌊𝐀 𝟕𝟕-𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇! 🌊

“𝑯𝒊, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝑶𝑶𝑩 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 3 𝒑𝒎 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉. 𝑾𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒚’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚”

It was an early afternoon on 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 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:

“𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕.”

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.

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 💔

The afternoon before, Sean had been enjoying a beautiful Maine day at 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, throwing a football around with a friend in the surf near the Oob Pier 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 feeling—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 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, who wore it proudly for 𝟓𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 before passing away in 2006. Inside the band, it held a beautifully aged inscription of his grandparents’ initials and their wedding date: 𝟗-𝟏𝟎-𝟒𝟗.

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 date—𝟓-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟒 —inscribed right next to his grandparents’, matching the exact original script style.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝟕𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐎𝐖. 😭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⏱️

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 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌 to catch a 𝟓:𝟒𝟕 𝐀𝐌 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞.

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 Pier 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…

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐠 🌫️

When 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 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 zone—and because time was at a serious premium—strategy was everything.

• 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝: 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.

• 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝: 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.

“𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓!” 🤯

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,

“𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓!”

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?!

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.

𝟗-𝟏𝟎-𝟒𝟗. 𝟓-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟒.

𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡! 💍🙌

Gary had found the ring in just 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝟑 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 and only 𝟐𝟓 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 into his grid search. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘!!! 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.

(𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 — 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓! 𝐆𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭!) 🎥👇

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 possible—all while quietly praying I didn’t accidentally wake him up right then and there!

𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 🚗

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 rang—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 at 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.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧… 😂

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,

“𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?”

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

“𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!”

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.

𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒! ❤️

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅? 🏖️

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭—𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 (𝟐𝟎𝟕) 𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕

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

October 14th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞… 🐾💍

💍 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

She had just lost a 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠.

But as anyone in this line of work knows, it’s never just about the metal or the diamond.

This wasn’t a ring you could simply replace with an insurance check. This was her 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, passed down to Kiley a few years ago after her grandmother had passed away.

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

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

🐾 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

The details came rushing out as she explained what happened. It was a regular afternoon—𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 and took her dog out into the 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡.

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

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

As she released the ball, she felt that irreplaceable 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, flying invisibly into the thick backyard grass.

Panic instantly set in. ⏱️

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

📍 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

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

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

The next day, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 headed into Portland,Maine. It was late afternoon, and Kiley had just arrived home from work when we pulled up.

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

Unfortunately, Kiley only felt the ring coming off—she had no idea how far it had traveled.

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

⚡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬

I fired up the 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. My plan was to start a precise grid search just in front of where Kiley had been standing, working my way toward the fence and swinging back and forth toward the garage.

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

It was time to find Kiley’s sentimental engagement ring.

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

💥 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏! 💥

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

My heart skipped a beat. While a man’s larger platinum ring would register much higher on the detector, an 𝟎𝟕 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄?! 🤯

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

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

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘!!! 🥳

😭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 & 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

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

Stunned, she looked at me and gasped, “𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?!”

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

The moment her eyes locked onto it, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, shimmering just like the diamond itself. I picked up the ring and handed it back to her. 💧💎

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

Her grandmother’s engagement ring was finally back where it belongs—safely on Kiley’s finger.

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

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

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. ❤️

🍁 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊? 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒! 🍂

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

🛑 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏: 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀! 🛑

* ❌ 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬: Raking can easily pull a ring away from its drop point or bury it much deeper under the soil.

* ❌𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: Moving yard debris by hand can easily kick up a ring or accidentally push it into dense undergrowth.

* 📍 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭: Try to identify exactly where you were standing when it happened, mark it with a lawn chair or stick, and leave the area untouched.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 provide professional, high-end metal detecting search services to recover your lost valuables quickly and safely without turning your lawn upside down.

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐠, 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! We are here to bring your memories back home.

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GOLD ENGAGEMENT RING LOST IN THE GOOSE ROCKS BEACH SAND, FOUND WITH A METAL DETECTOR IN KENNEBUNKPORT MAINE

September 7th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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It was August 1st when the phone rang. On the line was Kaitlin, sounding completely anxious. Her sister, Kelly, had just lost her precious engagement ring somewhere on the beautiful, massive expanse of Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport Maine.

As a detectorist with ??? ???? ??????? ?? ?????, I immediately went into investigative mode. ?️‍♂️ I started asking my usual checklist of questions to narrow down the search grid:

* Did she lose it in the water or the dry sand?
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* Did she see or feel the ring slide off?
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* Was there a specific area where she spent most of her time?
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* What kind of metal is the ring made of? (I always bring a matching test ring to calibrate my detector and show the client exactly how it works!)
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What Kaitlin told me next was a scenario I won’t soon forget! ?

Earlier in the day, Kelly had been swimming, which naturally shrinks fingers. Later, while relaxing peacefully in her beach chair, a bee or hornet suddenly landed right on her! ?❌

Total panic set in. Kelly jumped up, took off running, and began wildly flailing her arms to swat the stinging threat away. She bolted around her family’s beach setup and ran toward the water until the bee was finally gone. ?‍♀️?

It was only when she sat back down in her chair that her heart sank—her engagement ring was gone. To make matters worse, her wedding was just two months away in October! ??

Kelly was fairly certain the ring was somewhere in the dry sand. But with her running in circles and flailing her arms, that ring could have flown off her finger in a 360-degree radius, landing anywhere up to 30 or 40 feet away! The search grid was going to be massive.
Kaitlin mentioned that the whole family was still out on the beach actively searching. I immediately gave her some crucial advice: “Please hold off on disturbing the area as much as possible! Whatever you do, don’t dig any holes.” When helpful searchers dig and refill holes, they can inadvertently bury a shallow ring too deep for a standard detector to scan. ?⏳

At that exact moment, Cheryl and I were actually over on Mackworth Island in Falmouth, Maine. We were in the middle of searching for a lost diamond stud earring. Unfortunately, that specific hunt turned up empty.
As soon as the earring search wrapped up an hour later, we packed up our gear. With all the wild details of the bee-panic engagement ring loss fresh in our minds, there was only one thing left to do: hit the road and get to Kennebunkport Maine as fast as possible! ??

I called Kaitlin back to let her know we were about 45 minutes away. She told me her father would meet us at the beach access path to guide us directly to the spot. Sure enough, the moment Cheryl and I arrived, her dad was right there waiting for us. He escorted us straight down to the scene of the “bee incident.”
That is where we met Kelly. With her wedding coming up fast in October, the stress and anxiety coming from her were palpable. I knew we needed to find this ring, and fast. ❤️?

Kelly pointed out exactly where her beach chair had been when the bee landed on her. Then, she walked me through her frantic flight path as she tried to escape it. At first glance, it didn’t look like a massive area. But knowing how far a ring can fly when someone is violently flailing their arms, the potential search zone could easily extend 40 feet on either side of that path.

I decided the smartest move was to start scanning the dry sand between their family beach setup and the nearby dune restoration project. As I looked around, two major worries crossed my mind. First, I prayed the ring hadn’t flown into the protected dune grass, which is strictly off-limits. Second, the beach was packed! There were crowds of people with towels, blankets, and beach bags lined up just past the high tide mark. If that ring took flight, it easily could have landed right on someone else’s towel or bounced straight into a stranger’s beach bag. ??

With the stakes higher than ever, it was time to turn on the detectors and start swinging.
I started with a tight grid search in the area behind their beach setup and right up to the edge of the dune grass. After about 30 minutes of careful sweeping, my detector picked up only a few stray coins and the usual beach trash—but no engagement ring. ??️

Next, I moved into their beach canopy. I spent about 10 minutes checking inside, but the metal frame from the canopy makes a thorough search difficult because it interferes with the detector’s signals. It wasn’t a perfect sweep, but I knew I could always come back and try a different approach inside the canopy later in the evening if the primary search areas turned up empty.
Having now cleared the interior of the canopy, the north side, and the west side, it was time to change direction. I shifted my focus to the south side of the canopy and began working my way toward the front, closely tracing the path of her frantic flight to safety. ?️?

Almost immediately, my headphones lit up with that beautiful, low tone I was hoping to hear! ??

I pulled out my handheld pinpointer to narrow down the target, then carefully brushed through the soft sand with my hand. I felt the familiar shape of a ring. Before I even had it pulled completely out of the sand, Kelly and Kaitlin caught sight of it and started jumping up and down in pure joy! ?✨

Their father and other family members erupted into applause, and the cheering and excitement instantly spread to nearby beachgoers who had been watching the drama unfold. It was an absolutely fantastic moment, seeing so much happiness wash over everyone on that beach! ??

Kelly and Kaitlin immediately rushed over to give me giant hugs, followed by a firm, grateful handshake from their father as the cheers continued. Kelly couldn’t stop thanking me, flashing one of the biggest, best smiles I have ever seen. ?❤️

As Cheryl and I packed up and walked away, I was floating on cloud nine. Helping Kelly recover her engagement ring just weeks before her big October wedding is exactly why we love doing this work. There is no better feeling in the entire world. I truly have the best job, and I love what I do!

“????????, ?? ?? ??????? ?? ???, ?? ??????? ?? ??.” ?✨

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Cheryl managed to catch the whole reveal on camera! You absolutely have to see the exact moment Kelly realizes her ring is safe, and listen to the beach crowd erupt into cheers—it will honestly bring a tear to your eye and a smile to your face. Check out the very first comment below to watch the magic happen! ???

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If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, or jewelry on the beach, ?? ??? ???? ??? ?? ??? ???!
Stop what you are doing and call Dennis at ??? ???? ??????? ?? ????? right away at ???-???-????.
The sooner you call, the faster we can get you your own happy ending!

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Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Saco, Maine Surf, Found With A Metal Detector

September 6th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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On August 4th at 6:26 PM, my phone rang. It was Jeremy, and he was in a complete panic. ?

Earlier that afternoon, Jeremy was enjoying a picture-perfect summer day at Kinney Shores right here in Saco, Maine. He was soaking up the sun and decided to cool off with a swim in the warm Atlantic Ocean… OK, let’s be real, maybe not that warm. ?

While out braving the freezing Atlantic waters (is that better? ?), the unthinkable happened. Jeremy felt his Tungsten wedding ring slip right off his finger, sinking instantly into the shifting sands of the ocean floor.
Panic set in. He immediately began frantically searching the bottom, but the crashing waves made visibility absolutely zero. ?❌

But then, Jeremy did something brilliant. He kept his wits about him. He ????? dead in his tracks right where the ring dropped. He looked straight back toward the beach and locked his eyes onto a specific house sitting on the shoreline. A visual marker. It was a legendary decision that would change everything. ?

Jeremy kept fighting the elements to find it, but between the pounding surf and a rapidly incoming high tide, the ocean won round one. He was forced to abandon the search and make the long, heavy-hearted drive back home to New Hampshire for work the next morning. ??

Once he got home, Jeremy refused to give up hope. He frantically searched the internet for a solution and discovered ??? ???? ??????? ?? ????? and our ????????? ????? ????????? ????????.
Recognizing this was a race against time and shifting ocean currents, he immediately placed that fateful call to me. ?✨

With Jeremy still on the phone anxiously waiting, I instantly pulled up the local Saco tide chart. ?⏱️

The clock was ticking. High tide had peaked about 2.5 hours ago. Low tide was just over 3.5 hours away. That meant one thing: ??? ???? ??? ????? ???. ??

Jeremy had dropped the ring right at the mid-tide cycle. With the water receding by the minute, that tungsten wedding band would soon be exposed on wet sand instead of buried deep under breaking waves. It was the perfect window of opportunity.
I told Jeremy: ” ?’? ℎ?????? ??????ℎ? ???? ?? ?????? ?ℎ???? ???ℎ? ???. ?’? ????? ?? ?????? ?ℎ? ???? ???.” ??

The game plan? Use Jeremy’s incredible foresight. I was going to execute a flawless, tight grid search covering the entire width of that shoreline house he had locked his eyes on when the ring fell off. ?️?

I quickly loaded my gear into The Ring Finder Mobile and made the quick 10-minute drive down to Kinney Shores. Finding a parking spot right next to the beach access path during a busy Maine summer is usually a miracle in itself, but Lady Luck was on our side and I managed to snag a spot immediately! ??
Stepping onto the beach, I checked the time: ?:?? ??.⏱️

Looking out at the water, I calculated that if the ring wasn’t already sitting under the newly exposed sand, it would be very shortly. Thanks to technology, Jeremy had texted me a photo of the exact shoreline house he had locked his eyes on. I spotted it instantly, set up my north and south grid search boundaries, and got to work.
The metal detector started humming. At first, I dug up the usual beach suspects: a few pieces of trash, a heavy fishing sinker, and a couple of stray coins. ??

The search area wasn’t huge, but I was moving fast and soon found myself standing right at the wet, crashing waterline. I had been swinging my detector for ?? ??????? ???????? without a single sign of tungsten. ⏳?

I reached a critical crossroads. Do I turn around, head back to where I started, and search higher up toward the dry shore? Or do I keep pushing the limit? With the tide still actively going out and exposing fresh sand by the second, I made a gut-call decision: ???? ??? ?? ??? ???? ???? ?????? ????? ????? ??? ?????????. ??

As I headed south on that extra pass, I was closing in on my southern boundary when suddenly—????!??

A ????, perfectly repeatable mid-tone target completely filled my headphones. I looked down at my screen. The target identification number was locking in right in the low 50s. ?

The ultimate suspense: Was it just another lead fishing sinker… or was it a tungsten ring?
I dug my scoop deep into the wet sand, lifted it up, and threw the contents onto the surface. As the wet sand parted, there it was, sitting right on top. A beautiful, unmistakable tungsten wedding ring catching the fading daylight. ???????!!! ??

I had found Jeremy’s wedding ring in just ?? ??????? of searching! ⏱️?

And honestly? It was all because of Jeremy’s lightning-fast thinking. By freezing in his tracks and locking his eyes onto that exact house on the shore, he gave me the perfect map. ? (?? ??? ?????? ??? ?????? ???? ??????, ???? ???? ?? ????? ??? ??? ???? ????? ?? ??? ???? ?????? ?? ?????? ???? ?????! ??)

I pulled out my phone to record that video for him. Panning the camera over to the ring glistening in the sand, I said: “?’?? ?????? ??? ????? ??? ????. ?’? ??? ????? ?? ?????? ?? ?????. ?’? ???????? ????? ???? ??????? ? ???? ????? ??! ???????????????!” ??

I pressed send on the video and waited. Literally ??? ?????? ?????, my phone lit up. It was Jeremy! ??

He was absolutely over the moon, overflowing with pure happiness and thanking me for the lightning-fast response to his plea for help. But more than anything, he was completely stunned. He couldn’t believe the ring had been found so incredibly fast! ?✨

With the sun setting over Saco, we coordinated the big return. As it turned out, Gary Hill and I already had an early 6:30 AM search planned for the next morning down at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine, to look for a lost engagement and wedding ring set. ??

We hatched a perfect plan. Jeremy wanted his precious wedding ring back so badly that he agreed to drive up from New Hampshire extra early the next morning. He was willing to make a 2-hour round trip before his shift rather than endure the agonizing wait until after work! ??

The next morning, Gary and I had been swinging our detectors for about half an hour when Jeremy arrived, walking right out onto the sand to meet us. After plenty of celebratory handshakes and a full rehash of the wild search from the night before, Jeremy walked off Footbridge Beach one incredibly happy, smiling man. He felt whole once again. ?❤️

Now, Gary and I had a couple of other rings to find on that beach, and it wouldn’t be easy… but that is a full story for a few weeks from now! ?

We truly have the best job in the world, and we absolutely love what we do.
????? ?????????? ???? ?? ?? ??? ???????!?
If you or someone you know loses a ring, heirloom, phone, or keys on the beach, ?? ??? ????! Shifting sands and incoming tides can bury or move your items permanently within minutes. ?⏳

???? ?? ?? ??????????? ?? ??? ???? ? ????:
1️⃣ ???? ???? & ??????: Stop moving so you don’t step on it or push it deeper.
2️⃣ ??? ? ????????: Look straight toward the shore and lock onto a house, a unique tree, a lifeguard chair, or a path.
3️⃣ ???? ? ????? / ???? ? ??? ???: Take a quick picture of your surroundings or drop a pin on your smartphone maps application immediately.
4️⃣ ???? ?? ??????????? ?? ???-???-????! ??
The sooner you call ??? ???? ??????? ?? ?????, the higher your chances of a happy ending just like Jeremy’s! ?

“????????, ?? ?? ??????? ?? ???, ?? ??????? ?? ??.” ❤️

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