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Sentimental White Gold Motherโ€™s Ring Lost In The Water At Sebago Lake, Windham, Maine Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘โ€™๐’ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐’๐”๐‘๐„ ๐•๐€๐๐ˆ๐’๐‡๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐’๐„๐๐€๐†๐Ž ๐‹๐€๐Š๐„! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜ญ
Imagine receiving the perfect Motherโ€™s Day ring, only to watch it vanish into a massive lake just six weeks later. That is exactly the nightmare Michelle faced, and it all started during a beautiful, normal day at the beach with her family.

Drop a โค๏ธ to show Michelle some support, and share this postโ€”you never know who might need a reminder to double-check their pockets this summer!

๐ŸŒŠ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก ๐–๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ž๐ง๐

On July 3rd, I received a message from Michelle. She was in urgent need of a water recovery over at Sebago Lake Maine in the Town of Windham, Maine.

Michelle sent over the details of what had happened, and itโ€™s a situation many of us can relate to. She had taken all of her rings off to apply sun lotion to her children and then to herself.

To keep them safe, she placed them all into a pocket on her bathing suit. With the family protected from the sun, Michelle grabbed a float and went into the water to enjoy the beautiful July 4th holiday weekend, soaking up the rays while floating around the private lakeside community beach.

The shock came once Michelle exited Sebago Lake Maine .

She reached into her bathing suit pocket to retrieve her rings, only to find to her utter horror that two of her rings were missing. Cruelly, one of the missing pieces was a deeply sentimental ๐‘ด๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“โ€™๐’” ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’š ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ representing her three children’s birth months.

The beautiful white gold ring featured three stonesโ€”two sparkling diamonds flanking a vibrant, eye-catching red center stone.

To make matters worse, Michelle had just received this precious ring six weeks earlier, and now it had slipped out of her pocket and fallen somewhere onto the bottom of Sebago Lake.

๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ ๐€ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ

Disbelief quickly turned to action. Michelle, her children, family members, and other supportive community members immediately rallied together and started searching the crystal clear waters.

Some scanned from above on floats while others waded through the water on foot, desperately looking for a glimmer of white gold on the lake floor…

As the family and neighbors searched, a shout went up from the waterโ€”Michelle’s son had spotted one of the missing rings!

Floating along the surface, he was peering down through the crystal clear water when a flash of metal caught his eye on the lake floor, about 4 to 5 feet deep.

Without wasting a second, he dove straight down, reached past the rocks, and gripped the ring. He broke the surface triumphantly, holding the ring high in the air to show his mother.

The excitement was electric, but there was absolutely no time to waste. One ring was safely back, but the most sentimental pieceโ€”the beautiful white gold Motherโ€™s Day ringโ€”was still lost somewhere beneath the waves.

With new hope fueling the team, the search ensued for the final ring… Unfortunately, despite everyone’s best efforts, the day ended without finding the second ring.

๐Ÿ“… ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก: ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ

That is when Michelle reached out to me. Because the beach belongs to a private, gated community, it wasn’t a spot where I could just waltz right in and start searching on my own. To get access to the area, I needed to be accompanied by a community member. We looked at the schedule, and the next time Michelle would be available to meet me at the gate was three days later, on July 6th.

Perfect! The date and time were set, and a plan was officially in motion.

When the day arrived, Gary and I pulled up to the gate and were warmly greeted by Michelle and her children.
We made our way down to the waterfront, where Michelle pointed out the fairly large area she had floated around during the holiday weekend. The search zone included clusters of rocks and massive underwater bouldersโ€”some sitting just inches below the surface, and a few others just barely breaking through the water. She also pointed out the exact spot just past one of those large boulders where her son had successfully recovered the first ring.
Our grid search plan was to concentrate our efforts heavily around these rock formations.
My biggest concern going into this was that the missing ring might have drifted a little too far out, into water that was completely over my head. To tackle the zone efficiently, Gary and I divided and conquered. I waded right out to the deep water where the first ring had been found and began a tight grid search, moving back and forth parallel to the shoreline. With each complete pass, I pushed myself a little deeper out into the lake, continuing until it was no longer safe to go any further.
Meanwhile, Gary started right at the shoreline. His mission was to work his way from the shallow water outward until he reached the deep boulder where I had initially started. By combining these two approaches, we were able to systematically cover a very large, thorough footprint in the exact zone Michelle believed the ring was most likely resting.

๐Ÿš— ๐“๐ก๐ž “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž”

After three grueling hours of intensive searching, digging up many coins and pieces of beach trash later, we unfortunately had to call the search without finding the ring.

The water depth simply got to a point where I could not go out any further safely. Gary and I donโ€™t like it one bit when we donโ€™t succeed. We take every single recovery personally, but sometimes in this line of work, we have to accept a temporary defeat.

Before packing up, we sat down and talked out the strategy with Michelle. We discussed the deeper water and assured her that we would certainly come back to search again later in the summer. In August and September, the lake levels usually drop a few feet, which would completely open up the deep areas I just couldn’t reach today. Michelle agreed to keep a close eye on the waterline and promised to contact us the moment it dropped.
Defeated for now, Gary and I loaded up our gear and made the long drive of shame home…

๐Ÿ“‰ ๐€ ๐‹๐จ๐ฐ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž & ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ

Fast forward to late August. Gary and I were driving home from a successful recovery on “The Sandbar” at ๐’๐ž๐›๐š๐ ๐จ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž. As we passed the gated community where there was still a missing ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , I mentioned that I should contact the owner, Michelle, knowing just how low the lake level had become.

Just 10 days later, Michelle beat me to it! She reached out on September 2nd to tell me the water level was down significantlyโ€”by two feet or more. Since she was about to go on vacation, she could get us back past the gates and into the water. Awesome.

๐Ÿ” ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ (๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง!)

Two days later, Gary and I resumed the search. We expanded our grid out deeper and into other areas we hadn’t covered the first time around. We even were out past the roped off buoys, that Michelle had not gone past. But after another three hours of grinding it out, we still had no ring.

I was convinced the ring had to be out deeper than we could search during our first attempt, way further out than Michelle had ever been on her float. We even were out past the roped off buoys, that Michelle had not gone past.With the deep water now eliminated, Gary shifted his focus to searching up on the beach itself, out of the water. I continued working my way back through the water toward the shore, preparing myself to break the bad news to Michelle.

๐Ÿ”” ๐“๐ก๐ž “๐…๐จ๐ข๐ฅ” ๐’๐ข๐ ๐ง๐š๐ฅ

As I was finishing up the grid near the shoreline, standing in just ankle-deep water a few feet out, my detector suddenly went off with a loud, low tone. The Target Identification (TID) read 07-08.
It was definitely in the gold range, but given how close we were to the shore and the picnic tables, my first thought was foil. It had to be foil, right? I dug the target anyway, and BAM!!!

๐Ÿ’Ž ๐Ÿ’Ž ๐”๐ง๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ!
A white gold ring with two diamonds and a brilliant red center stone appeared in my scoop. I couldn’t believe my eyes! After six total hours of searching deep water, the ring was sitting just a few feet from the shoreline, only about 60 to 75 feet from where the first ring had been found. We were so certain it was out deep, but the shallows held the treasure. Lesson learned.

๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐Ÿ’Ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ

At this time, Michelle had no idea I had it. I called her over and casually told her we were just about done. I asked her a few quick questions to distract her, then I held the ring up right in front of me and asked, “๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ญ?”

Michelleโ€™s hands went straight up to her face in total shock. Happy tears immediately started flowing, and I couldn’t have been happier for her.

It was truly wonderful for Gary and I to witness such an emotional reaction. After having the ring for just six weeks and now just over two months lost in ๐’๐ž๐›๐š๐ ๐จ ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž, Michelle is once again wearing her beloved children’s birthstones on her finger. With the happy tears flowing, the hugs and thank yous over, Gary and I drove home not on the “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž” but on a “๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ž!” ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

โค๏ธ ๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐–๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ

Another ring back on the finger, right where it belongs. ๐–๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‰๐Ž๐๐’! It really is the best job in the world.

Remember: 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’. ๐Ÿ™โœจ

๐Ÿ‚ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐–๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ-๐‘๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐! โ„๏ธ

Now that the summer and water seasons are over, you might think a lost ring is gone for goodโ€”but it isn’t! We don’t just search the water. If your precious jewelry slips off in the backyard, down a trail, or while doing yard work, we can find your ring hidden in:
โ€ข ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ
โ€ข ๐ŸŒฑ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ
โ€ข โ„๏ธ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ!

Time is of the essence! The sooner we get out there, the better the chances of a perfect recovery. Don’t wait until it gets buried deeper or lost forever.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐€๐’๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• and let us bring your treasure home!

๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐›๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ! ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง’๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐โ€”๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐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ญ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ .

๐Ÿ“น ๐–๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‘๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง!

Michelle’s unforgettable, shocked reaction was caught entirely on video! We released the reel last night, and you can watch the incredible moment unfold right now on The Ring Finders of Maine Facebook Page.

Sentimental Heirloom Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Goose Rocks Beach, Kennebunkport, Maine Sand And Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‹๐ˆ๐๐Š ๐Ž๐… ๐€๐ ๐„๐˜๐„, ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐†๐Ž๐๐„. ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘‡

One second you’re grabbing the sunscreen to lather up the kids, and the next, you watch a priceless multi-generational gold band shoot off your finger like a rocket. Total panic. That was the nightmare Tyler faced just minutes after stepping onto ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก in Kennebunkport Maine for what was supposed to be a relaxing morning.

Before they could even unpack a single beach chair, disaster struck. โ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

As the family unpacked, Tyler did what any good dad doesโ€”he grabbed the sun protection to start lathering up himself and the kids. Knowing that sunscreen and jewelry donโ€™t mix, he went to slide his gold wedding ring off his finger for safekeeping.

In a split second, the unthinkable happened.

The ring caught the air, slipped, and shot right off his finger, flying through the air and completely disappearing into the endless abyss of the soft beach sand. ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’

A frantic family search immediately ensued. Everyone was down on their hands and knees, sifting through the grains, desperately hoping for a glint of gold. But as we all know, once a ring plunges into the dry beach sand, it vanishes completely from sight. Realizing they might just be burying it deeper or shifting it further away, they wisely stopped.

Thatโ€™s when Tyler reached out to me. ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿšจ

When we spoke, Tyler was incredibly helpful. He kept his wits about him and knew exactly where he had been standing, plus the general trajectory of where the ring had gone airborne. But then, he shared a detail that gave me actual goosebumps.

๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

Losing a wedding ring is stressful enough, but losing a multi-generational family heirloom carries a completely different kind of weight. The stakes were officially raised, and there was no way I was going to let this piece of history stay buried in the sand.

Cheryl and I loaded up the gear, pointed the Ring Finder Mobile toward Kennebunkport Maine , and stepped on the gas…

When we arrived, the beach was actually beautifully quiet and peaceful. Being mid-morning on August 30th, the height of the summer rush had cleared out, giving us plenty of room to operate without a crowd.

We were met by Tyler, who led us down to the sand and straight to the exact location where the ring was lost. He took a deep breath and reenacted the entire scene for us, pointing out his exact footing and tracing the arc of the flying ring with his hand. Having that visual reference is everything.

Once the trajectory was locked in, there was no more talking left to do. It was time to get to work.

The area itself was very small, but we had a bit of a hurdle to clear first. There were several beach accessories scattered right over the drop zone that were made with metal parts. Itโ€™s ironic, but the absolute worst enemy of a metal detector is other metal! The machine will pick up all of those surrounding metal objects, which can easily mask a gold ring and hide it from the coil.

The best thing to do in that situation is simple: get all the outside metal completely out of the area.

Once we cleared the clutter and moved everything aside, the search resumed. I fired up the Minelab Manticore, dialed in the settings for the dry sand, and swung the coil to the ground. The hunt was officially on.

Within just one minute, the Manticore sang out. I received the exact tone and Target Identification (TID) number I had been hoping forโ€”a very nice, solid low tone with a TID of 28. That number is definitely in the gold range! ๐Ÿšจโœจ

By this time, Tyler’s kids were watching closely and getting all excited. I looked at them and asked if they wanted to help me find the ring by digging in the sand right where my detector was pointing.

They were more than happy to do that! Talk about a real-life beach treasure hunt for actual goldโ€”a young boy’s absolute dream. The two brothers went for it without needing to be asked twice, their hands flying through the sand.

All of a sudden, Teddy, the younger boy, feels something, pulls a shiny gold ring straight out of the sand, and yells, “๐‡๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ!” right as his older brother yells at the top of his lungs, “๐–๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“. ๐–๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†!” ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฆ

(๐‘ฐ ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚ ๐‘น๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‚๐’„๐’• ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐‘ป๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’š ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’…! ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’–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’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’š๐’”’ ๐’†๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘น๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘น๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†! ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ‘‡)”

Seeing the pure joy on those boys’ faces is exactly why Cheryl, Gary, and I love what we do. Getting the kids involved turned a stressful family disaster into a rewarding, unforgettable adventure. The boys were high-fiving everyone on the beach, absolutely beaming and having the time of their lives! ๐Ÿ–๏ธโœจ

Tyler was extremely relieved to have his and his grandfather’s wedding ring back where it belonged. The sheer weight lifting off his shoulders was obvious, and he showed his gratitude with many sincere thank yous and firm handshakes all around. ๐Ÿคโค๏ธ

With this irreplaceable piece of family history safely recovered, Tyler and his family could finally start their beach dayโ€”this time with an incredible story to share for generations.

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! โค๏ธ

๐Ÿโ„๏ธ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐๐„ ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘, ๐๐”๐“ ๐–๐„ ๐๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ๐’๐“๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐”๐๐“๐ˆ๐๐†! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘‡
While the summer crowds have packed up and left the coast, lost jewelry doesn’t follow a calendar. If you happen to lose a ring, keys, or a precious heirloom during your fall or winter outdoor activities, don’t panic!
Our specialized metal detecting services can find lost items hidden deep in:

* ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ
* ๐ŸŒฑ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ
* โ„๏ธ ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ (๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ!!!

No matter the terrain or the season, The Ring Finders of Maine are ready to help.

Since April 2023, we have successfully completed over 300 recoveries and returns, bringing peace of mind back to families all over the state. We don’t just find lost metal; we recover irreplaceable history.

Don’t wait, and don’t lose hope. If you lose something valuable, call the experts right away! ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿšจ

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! โค๏ธ

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!

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Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Atlantic Ocean Surf Water, Found With A Metal Detector In Ocean Park, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐€ ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐Š ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐€๐“๐‹๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐, ๐€ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐“๐”๐๐†๐’๐“๐„๐ ๐–๐„๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†, ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡ ๐“๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐˜๐‚๐‹๐„๐ƒ ๐๐˜ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„, ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐€ ๐’๐“๐‘๐Ž๐Š๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐€๐๐’๐Ž๐‹๐”๐“๐„ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐Š๐€๐‘๐Œ๐€! ๐Ÿงญโšก

It was a quiet afternoon around 3:45 PM on a late August day when my phone lit up with a voicemail. The message was short, polite, and carried that quiet tone of urgency that every detectorist recognizes instantly:

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š, ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“. ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’—๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’†, ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• 603-๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ-๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐‘ฉ๐’š๐’†.”

No descriptions. No locations. Just a ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐œ๐จ๐๐žโ€”meaning our caller was reaching out from New Hampshire, but likely lost their treasure while visiting our ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ง ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Behind every short message like this is a heart-stopping moment. I dialed the number back immediately, and a man named ๐๐ข๐œ๐ค answered the phone. You could hear the mixture of stress and hope in his voice as he filled me in on exactly what happened.

Nick, his family, and friends had been out enjoying a classic late-summer beach day. The sun was warm, but the Atlantic Ocean was already showing its brisk, colder autumn teeth. Nick was right in the thick of the funโ€”tossing a football around, swimming, and body surfing in the waves.

It wasn’t until he finally stepped out of the chilly water that he looked down at his hand. His heart dropped. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐“๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿ’”

The cold water had likely shrunk his fingers just enough for the heavy band to slip off. To make matters worse, it happened at ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž. The powerful waves had completely swallowed the area. Nick and his crew didn’t give up; they waited patiently for the tide to start receding. Using their beach setupโ€”their umbrella and chairsโ€”as a visual landmark, they launched a massive visual search party down by the water.

Nick knew the search zone wasn’t very large, but as any detectorist knows, a heavy Tungsten ring sinks incredibly fast into shifting wet sand, and finding it with the naked eye is impossible.
I asked Nick the big question: Which beach are you at?
“๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค,” he replied.

I asked if the tide had receded enough for me to come down and start a proper search. Nick gave me the words every detectorist loves to hear: “๐˜๐ž๐ฌ.”

But then, I had to askโ€”how did he find me? How did a guy from New Hampshire know to call The Ring Finders of Maine in his moment of panic?

Nick told me that while his group was out on the wet sand, walking around with their heads down and eyes peeled, a woman walking along the beach noticed their intense search. She stopped and asked what they were looking for. The second Nick told her he had lost his wedding ring, her face lit up.

She told Nick he needed to stop guessing and call us immediately. Why? Because ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Talk about small-world magic and incredible karma. Of all the miles of the coastline, and of all the thousands of people on the beach that day, the exact right person walked past Nick in his hour of need.

Before hanging up, I put our strategy into motion. I asked Nick to walk back out and stand exactly in the area where he thought the ring had slipped off, snap a photo, and text it to me. Not only would this give me a clear visual landmark up on the shore, but more importantly, I could pull the GPS location data right from that digital photo to pinpoint our starting grid.

Technology is a beautiful thingโ€”in fact, I had just returned home an hour or two earlier from a completely successful GPS-guided search for a lost phone down in Ogunquit! ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“

With a proven game plan locked in, ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ loaded up the heavy-duty gear, packed it all into “๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž,” and hit the road, tearing toward Ocean Park, Maine . The pressure was on, the tide was right, and the hunt was officially ON! ๐Ÿš—โšก

๐ŸŒ… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐‚๐„๐๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐ ๐๐€๐‘๐Š

By the time we pulled up and arrived at the beach, it was late afternoon. The peak summer crowds had thinned out, and the shoreline was wide, quiet, and peaceful.
Looking out over the expanse of the receding tide, we saw a single figure walking slowly across the wet sand, head down, eyes intensely glued to the ground, searching for any glint of metal.
The amateur sleuth in me quickly deduced that this had to be Nick. With our detectors ready and confidence high, Cheryl and I grabbed our gear and headed right down the beach straight toward him. It was time to put the metal detectors to work! ๐Ÿงญ๐ŸŒพ

๐Ÿ“ ๐‹๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐Ž๐‘๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐€๐“๐„๐’

Nick greeted us warmly, a look of pure relief washing over his face as we arrived with the equipment. He pointed out the general perimeter where he thought the ring had taken its plungeโ€”estimating it to be roughly a 75′ X 75′ area of wet sand.
Instead of swinging blindly, I asked for the ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ from the photo he had taken. I plugged those exact numbers into my device, walked right to the designated spot on the beach, and looked around.
With a definitive starting point locked into the digital map, I visualized the terrain, calculated the tide’s movement, and came up with my ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง. It was time to clear the zone, strip by strip. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”

๐ŸŽง ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐”๐๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐€๐Š๐€๐๐‹๐„ ๐‘๐„๐๐„๐‹ ๐’๐‚๐‘๐„๐€๐Œ

My plan was precise: start slightly to the north of the GPS pin, head south, turn around to return north, and continue this tight, parallel pattern until the wedding ring was found.
I fired up the detector and made my first grid pass. Silence. Nothing but the low hum of the saltwater background.
I turned around and headed back north on the second pass. Again, nothing. Shifting wet sand is notorious for hiding deep targets, but you have to trust the grid.
Turning around, I started heading south once again on my third pass. I was nearing the very end of the line when my headphones exploded. ๐€ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐-๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐๐ข๐จ.
I glanced down at the screen. ๐€ ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ค-๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž 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) stared back at me. In the world of metal detecting, a TID of 47 is an absolute, textbook classic Tungsten signal.
My heart did a little jump. I looked up and called Nick over to the spot. “I can’t give you a 100% guarantee,” I told him, trying to keep expectations managed, “but I am incredibly confident that this is your Tungsten wedding ring.”
With the tension at an all-time high, Cheryl quickly stepped into position and hit record on her phone to capture the moment. With Nick looking on, holding his breath, I raised my heavy-duty sand scoop and plunged it deep into the heavy, shifting wet sand… ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘€

๐Ÿ’ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐‘๐…๐€๐‚๐„

With one swift motion, I brought up the heavy scoop and threw the pile of wet sand right up onto the beach. I quickly waved my metal detector over the holeโ€”silence. Then, I swung the coil over the fresh pile of sand on the surface. ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐๐„๐„๐! The target was out.
I ran my fingers directly through the wet clump of sand. My fingers brushed against something solid, smooth, and heavy.
I pulled it free, held it up into the late afternoon sunlight, and showed it to Nick.
“๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ. ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž?”
Nickโ€™s face lit up with absolute awe. The stress of the last few hours completely vanished in a second.
“๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ’๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ!” he cried out.
Nick then reached out, gave me a very firm handshake, and thanked me sincerely. With the heavy cloud of worry completely lifted, he turned back toward his group of family and friends waiting up on the beach. ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ™Œ

๐ŸŽ‰ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐”๐Œ๐๐‡๐€๐๐“ ๐‚๐„๐‹๐„๐๐‘๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐!

Nick raised his arm, locking his hand around the recovered wedding ring, and lifted it high above his head in pure triumph! ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ™Œ

The response was instantaneous. A loud burst of applause and cheers echoed all the way down from the dry sand where his inner circle had been watching anxiously. As we all started walking off the beach together, you could see the crushing stress completely vanish from Nick. He was smilingโ€”and smiling bigโ€”as he made his way back up to his celebrating family and friends. Their late August beach day instantly turned back into a party, and the celebration was officially back on! ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ–๏ธโœจ

It is moments exactly like thisโ€”the relief, the small-world karma of a past client stepping in to help, and the pure joy of a family reunited with their irreplaceable treasureโ€”that make every single sweep of the detector worth it. From a lost phone in Ogunquit to a buried wedding ring in Ocean Park, it was a double-recovery day we won’t soon forget!

๐–๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐จ๐› ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐–๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐จ๐›, and we love being able to bring this kind of happiness back to people. And I’ll carry these exact sentimentsโ€”knowing how much we adore this calling and living by the heartbeat that 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€”right alongside me in all our future adventures! โค๏ธ๐Ÿงญ

 

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!

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

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐€ ๐…๐‹๐€๐’๐‡: ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐’๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐†๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐…๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐“๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ž… ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’

๐Ÿ’ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Š๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฒ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž.

She had just lost a ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐„๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ .

But as anyone in this line of work knows, itโ€™s never just about the metal or the diamond.

This wasnโ€™t a ring you could simply replace with an insurance check. This was her ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , 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 deeplyโ€”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. โœจ

๐Ÿพ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž

The details came rushing out as she explained what happened. It was a regular afternoonโ€”๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค and took her dog out into the ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก.

Itโ€™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 ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ, flying invisibly into the thick backyard grass.

Panic instantly set in. โฑ๏ธ

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.

๐Ÿ“ ๐‘๐š๐œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐

We agreed to meet at her home in Portland,Maineย  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, ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ 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 eveningโ€™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 offโ€”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. ๐Ÿงญ

โšก ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ

I fired up the ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž. 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 Kileyโ€™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.

๐Ÿ’ฅ ๐๐„๐„๐! ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Right there, I received the exact tone I had been hoping forโ€”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 ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง’๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ .

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.

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

I pulled out my pinpointer, but before I could even press the button, I looked down. The ring wasn’t sitting out in the openโ€”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.

๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‘๐€๐™๐˜!!! ๐Ÿฅณ

๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐“๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ & ๐’๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ

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

Stunned, she looked at me and gasped, “๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ?!”

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, ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ž๐, shimmering just like the diamond itself. I picked up the ring and handed it back to her. ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’Ž

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 grandmotherโ€™s engagement ring was finally back where it belongsโ€”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.

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. โค๏ธ

๐Ÿ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‰๐„๐–๐„๐‹๐‘๐˜ ๐ƒ๐”๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† ๐˜๐€๐‘๐ƒ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐Š? ๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’! ๐Ÿ‚

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!

๐Ÿ›‘ ๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐€๐‹ ๐’๐“๐„๐: ๐’๐“๐Ž๐ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐”๐‘๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐‘๐„๐€! ๐Ÿ›‘

* โŒ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ: Raking can easily pull a ring away from its drop point or bury it much deeper under the soil.

* โŒ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ ๐›๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก: Moving yard debris by hand can easily kick up a ring or accidentally push it into dense undergrowth.

* ๐Ÿ“ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ: Try to identify exactly where you were standing when it happened, mark it with a lawn chair or stick, and leave the area untouched.

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

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐ , ๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ! We are here to bring your memories back home.

 

Sterling Silver Necklace And Pendant Of Fatherโ€™s Fingerprint Lost In Sebago Lake, Maine, Found In The Water With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

โœจ LOST AT THE BOTTOM OF SEBAGO LAKE: A PIECE OF A FATHERโ€™S MEMORY โœจ

On August 9th, my phone started blowing up. Tag after tag, notification after notification. The Ring Finders of Maine community was rallying, and they were pointing me directly toward a heartbreaking post on the “I Boat on Sebago Lake, Maine” Facebook group.

A woman named Gretchen had posted a plea that instantly brought a lump to my throat:

“This might be a long shot but if anyone is at the Sandbar today and happens to find a necklace that looks exactly like this, please send me or Jacob Burns a message, he lost it yesterday we think around 5:00pm and it is very special to him. Thanks in advance! Apologies for the blurry photo but it should say dad on one side and has a thumbprint on the other.”

The post included a few blurry photos, but the gravity of what was lost was crystal clear. It was a heavy sterling silver chain and pendant. On one side, a deeply etched fingerprint. On the other side, the word “DAD” followed by his birth and death dates.

WOW. ๐Ÿ’”

๐ŸŒŠ AN IRREPLACEABLE LOSS

My heart sank. Jake and Gretchen have been dating for a few years now, and as his girlfriend, she knew exactly how much that piece meant to him. Jake’s father had passed away less than a year ago.

This wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. This wasn’t something insurance could replace. This was a priceless, irreplaceable piece of his dadโ€”and right now, it was sitting somewhere at the bottom of the vast, shifting sands of the Sebago Lake Sandbar.

Thankfully, the amazing people of Facebook knew exactly what to do. The comments section exploded with people urging Gretchen to call in the reinforcements:

  • “The ring finders of Maine! They are amazing at finding all the special lost things.”
  • “I love to watch their adventures. Jacob Burns reach out to them, theyโ€™re your best shot.”

Gretchen and Jake did exactly that. When they reached out to me, they explained that while they knew the general area where theyโ€™d been hanging out on The Sandbar, Jake hadn’t realized the necklace was gone until much later. They had already gone back and tried searching on their own, but their efforts proved futile. By now, the heavy sterling silver pendant was most likely swallowed up by the sand in waist-deep water.

With thousands of weekend boaters, shifting currents, and the endless sand of Sebago, the odds were heavily against us. But looking at the photo of that thumbprint, I knew we had to gear up and give this family everything we had.

๐Ÿ›‘ THE CURVEBALLS BEGIN

Planning this recovery was about to throw us a few major curveballs.

Jake’s first thought was that Gary and I could simply wade across the lake from the Sebago Lake State Park shore to reach the sandbar. Right away, my alarm bells went off. As a rule, it is highly advised NOT to attempt to reach the sandbar from the state park. The water levels change rapidly, and the area is full of dangerous drop-offs and hidden troughs.

Our safety is always paramount. Picture two “old guys” carrying heavy, expensive detecting equipment through deep, unpredictable water without knowing where the bottom drops outโ€”there was absolutely no way I was going to let us attempt that.

Jake then offered a backup plan: he had a boat and could take us over himself. But with his intense work schedule, he only had a few specific days available, and it would have to be a 6:00 AM launch.

An early morning start was critical. If you know the Sebago Lake Sandbar, you know it gets incredibly busy fast, with boats lined up down the entire area. Trying to swing detectors around anchored boats and crowds of swimmers is nearly impossible. More importantly, the sandbar is massive. If Jake couldn’t be right there with us to point out the exact grid where they had been standing, we would be looking for a needle in a water-covered haystack.

Once we finally locked in a date to search, all we needed was a little cooperation from above. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans. Our first attempt was completely rained out, forcing us to push the mission back a full week until Jakeโ€™s next day off.

By the time the big day finally arrived, that precious sterling silver pendant and necklace had been missing at the bottom of the lake for over two weeks. Two weeks of shifting waves, churning sand, and endless boat traffic.

๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ THE 6:00 AM LAUNCH

Gary and I met up with Jake and Gretchen promptly at 6:00 AM. The lake was completely calm as Jake navigated us out of Jordan Bay. We cut through the cool morning air, passing between Frye Island and the towering heights of Fryes Leap, heading straight across Sebago Lake toward the state park and the massive sandbar just to the west.

The boat ride took about 15 to 20 minutes, and the moment Jake threw the anchor into the shallow water, Gary and I were in the zone. In less than 5 minutes, we had our gear ready and stepped down into the water.

There wasn’t much sun that morningโ€”just a few stray rays cutting through a cloudy, heavy, and overcast sky. The boats hadn’t arrived yet, and the water was quiet, but the gray light made it hard to see anything beneath the surface.

Having never been out to the sandbar before, I was secretly incredibly concerned about what lay beneath the sand. Knowing the insane amount of boats and beverages consumed out there, I was preparing for the absolute worst. A massive carpet of trashโ€”bottle caps and aluminum pull tabsโ€”would completely slow us down. Metal detectors read those items similarly to jewelry, meaning we would have to stop and dig every single piece of junk to make sure we didn’t accidentally sweep right over the sterling silver necklace.

Jake didn’t just sit on the boat and watch; he jumped right into the water with us. He thought we should head east, parallel to the shore, keeping in the waist-deep water.

To battle the clock and the threat of hidden trash, Gary and I decided to perform a synchronized “snowplow” grid search. I took the lead in front, and Gary locked in right behind me and slightly to my left. By overlapping our detector swings in this tight formation, we were able to clear a massive 10-foot-wide path with every single step we took forward.

๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ THE SEARCH IS ON

We set out with Jake leading the way, guiding us along their path from two weeks ago. As we swept, our detectors would beep, and we’d scoopโ€”digging a coin here and there, and the occasional pull tab or bottle cap. But after about a half hour of grid searching, Gary and I stopped and looked at each other in total shock.

We couldn’t believe just how little trash we were actually digging! We were so incredibly surprised and happy to see how beautifully clean the lake bed was. It turns out the boaters out here are incredibly responsible, respecting the waters and not polluting the lake with trash. A BIG SHOUT OUT TO THE BOATERS!!! ๐Ÿ™Œ

Right around this time, Jake suddenly redirected us. He had been standing in the water studying photos on his phone from the exact day he lost the pendant, trying to line up landmarks. Realizing we were a little too far in toward the shore, he had us adjust and move further out toward the open water.

With our original snowplow grid broken by the move, I formulated a new plan on the fly. I told Gary I would head out deeper and slightly closer to the boat, while he could stay closer to where we were. We would grid this brand-new area from opposite sides, cutting a path through the sand and meeting each other somewhere right in the middle.

The Sandbar was not giving up many targets. We waded into our new positions under the overcast sky, lowered our coils back into the water, and kept swinging.

๐Ÿšจ THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

We had been in the water searching for close to an hour when the quiet morning air suddenly shattered. Across the gray water, I heard Gary and Jake getting incredibly animated.

Then Gary yelled the words we had all been praying for across the open water: HE HAD FOUND BOTH THE NECKLACE AND THE PENDANT! ๐ŸŽ‰

Even from 60 feet away, the smile on Jakeโ€™s face was absolutely unforgettable. It split across his face, bright and clear under the cloudy sky. OUTSTANDING!!!

I quickly waded my way over to them, and the sheer joy and exuberance radiating from Jakeโ€™s entire body was unmistakable. He was yelling across the water to Gretchen on the boat, his voice booming with pure relief and happiness, telling her that he had his father’s pendant once again.

What followed was a blur of celebratory handshakes, triumphant high fives, and a wave of pure emotion that I will never forget. Jake loved his father so deeply and wanted this pendant back so badly. It wasn’t just metalโ€”it was a literal, physical piece of his father. Two long weeks of worrying, a rained-out search, and a massive body of water couldn’t keep them apart.

Once we finally made it back on shore, the celebration didn’t stop. Gary and I were showered with an endless stream of “thank you so much,” heartfelt handshakes, and massive hugs from both Jake and Gretchen.

โค๏ธ WHY WE DO THIS

Standing there on the shore, watching the relief wash over them, it hits you right in the chest. There is something profoundly sacred about a father and son’s love for each otherโ€”a bond so powerful that it transcends even death.

That connection is exactly why Gary and I do this. Our passion isn’t just about finding lost pieces of metal; itโ€™s about bringing irreplaceable memories back to the surface.

You see, objects can be replaced by insurance, but this item is different. This piece is the memories. It’s the tangible reminder of a father’s hand, a dad’s guidance, and a lifetime of love. Now, those precious memories are exactly where they belongโ€”resting safely in the sterling silver thumbprint that Jake wears around his neck, held close to his heart forever. โค๏ธ

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of what we do. It’s moments like this that remind us of our promise to all of you: If it matters to you, it matters to us.

Another priceless memory recovered by The Ring Finders of Maine. Never lose hope! ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ” โœจ

๐ŸŽฌ WATCH THE CELEBRATION!

Want to see the exact moment the magic happened? ๐ŸŽฅ We released the video Reel last night right here on The Ring Finders of Maine Facebook page!Head over to our Reels tab to check it out and see the pure joy and celebration in the waters of Sebago Lake just after the recovery. You won’t want to miss it!

๐Ÿšจ LOST SOMETHING IRREPLACEABLE? WE CAN HELP! ๐Ÿšจ

Have you lost a wedding ring, a sentimental heirloom, or a priceless memorial piece in the water, the sand, or the snow? Don’t wait, and don’t give up hope! Shifting sands and moving waters can hide items quickly, but our heavy-duty metal detecting equipment and decades of experience can find what you thought was gone forever.

Call Dennis at The Ring Finders of Maine today:

๐Ÿ“ž 207-423-3027

  • Let’s get your memories back where they belong!

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 

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