Key Fob Lost In The Sand at Pine Point Beach, Scarborough, Maine. Found With A Metal Detector
๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐จ
“๐ด๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .” ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐.
๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐! ๐จ
The thick, heavy fog was rolling in across ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก, swallowing the coastline in a damp, gray mist. Gary Hill had just successfully recovered Seanโs lost wedding ringโanother 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!)
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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 changeโjust swinging the detectors for fun without the pressure of a targeted search.
Thatโs 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:
๐ฌ “๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ? ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ก. ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐โ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ ๐ค๐๐ฒ๐ฌ. ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ! ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐?”
Without wasting a second, I replied: “๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ? ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐?”
๐ฑ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ
A few minutes later, my phone rang. On the other end was a loyal follower of ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ 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.
“๐๐ข, ๐’๐ฆ ๐๐๐ค๐,” 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 nightโright up until the moment they decided to leave.
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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.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
I listened to his story and smiled. I told Jake he was in serious luckโGary 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.
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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 offโboth 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.
โก ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โก
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 ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐จ๐ซ๐ 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 metalsโwhich 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.
๐คซ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐… ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐! ๐คซ
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.
“๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ?” I asked with a grin.
With a massive, relieved smile, Jake replied, “๐๐ฎ๐ฉ.”
๐งโโ๏ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐งโโ๏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 ๐๐๐๐ sigh of relief.
“๐๐๐!!!” he breathed. “๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ.”
๐๐๐๐??? ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!!!
๐๐๐ is right! Jake had spent ten agonizing hours searching through the pitch-black night and the heavy morning fog without luck.
๐ซ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ
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 donโt 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.
๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ธ
Since we only charge a transportation fee, calling ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ is actually less expensive than renting or buying a metal detector yourself!
Plus, we bring close to ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ 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, “๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ.”
๐๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐’๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐! ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ!
๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐
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 ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐?
โจ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐: We know exactly how to tune our top-of-the-line gear for your specific item.
โจ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ-๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐: We work on a reward basis and only charge a basic transportation fee.
โจ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐: 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.
๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ and ask for Dennis to get a recovery specialist on the way immediately, or send us a direct message right here on Facebook!
