I just wanted to thank you again for finding my ring. It made my wife and I so happy! Here is a little paragraph about Rachel and I and that day….
I have been happily married to my high school sweetheart, Rachel, for 11 years and we have been together for over 22 years. She is amazing and wonderful and I am truly happy to have her in my life. She is also always right lol. Everytime I play golf, she tells me to leave my wedding ring at home. Of course, I never listen and that is how I found myself in this predicament. Whenever I golf, I take my wedding ring off and put it in my wallet. The wallet then goes into my golf bag and I carry on. I have never had an issue until last Thursday. I was playing at Pennsauken Country Club with my cousin Dru and then, as my wife had repeatedly warned me about, I lost my wedding ring. I noticed that it was gone when I arrived next to the 17th green. I retraced my steps and realized it must have fallen out of my wallet on the 17th tee box when I paid for some beers from the beer cart. My heart dropped. I couldn’t believe this happened. I didn’t think there was any way I was going to get it back. After the round, I went back to the tee box and looked around frantically but had no luck. A couple of groups teeing off, stopped and tried to help me. One of the guys told me to reach out to metal detector groups and they might be able to help me. I never would have thought of that and I am so glad that he placed that suggestion into my head. Flash forward a few days later, and I Googled, “I lost my wedding ring on a golf course.” After a couple of clicks, I came across Dave. I reached out and I am so glad that I did. We went back to Pennsauken Country Club a week after I had lost it and after 20 or so minutes he found my wedding ring halfway in the ground right near the 17th tee box. I was overjoyed. I am still overjoyed. My wife is beyond happy and I cannot thank him enough! He is a lifesaver and I will never forget what he did for me.
While out on a 911 call (I am a paramedic), John left me a message about his lost wedding ring. When I had a few minutes, I gave John a callback. He said while he was playing golf at the Pennsauken Country Club, he had placed his wedding ring in his wallet. He secured his wallet in his golf bag. With the heat, the cart girl stopped, and he retrieved his wallet to buy some beers for his group at the 17th tee box. When he got to the 18th hole, he looked in his wallet, and the ring was gone.
His group went back to the 17th tee box but couldn’t find it. Another foursome also assisted in the search. No luck. One of the guys said you should call someone with a metal detector. John went home a googled lost ring. He found me on the Ring Finders site. We chatted about what happened. He had already called the golf course, and they gave him permission to have me search as long as I didn’t dig any holes. We set up a search date of Thursday evening.
We both arrived at about the same time. We went into the clubhouse to let them know we were there to search. We guaranteed them there would be no digging. They let us use a golf cart to get to the location he suspected it was lost. It looked freshly cut, and it was close to the ground. There were a few thick areas of grass. He showed me the area the refreshment cart was. I started there.
In the area, the cart was also 3 electrical boxes. That means underground wires. OH NO. I definitely found a lot of underground items. I worked my way toward the area where John’s cart was parked that day. After about 15 – 20 mins of searches, I got a solid tone and number in the area that a 14-karat white gold ring would be. I bent down and spread the grass to reveal what was there; in there was John’s ring.
John was dumbfounded. He thought he would never see it again. He was just going through the motions so he could be at peace knowing he did everything. He gave me at least a half a dozen bro hugs. He said he felt so high right now that he was afraid to drive home. So we called his wife from the spot the ring was found. She could believe it was found either. After the call, we dropped off the golf cart and went into the clubhouse to let them know we found it. The guy had a very surprised look on his face.
We then walked to the parking lot. He still didn’t feel safe to drive. So he called his cousin, that was golfing with him on that fateful day. He was amazed also. John still wasn’t ready to drive, so he gave me another hug and said he was going to go to his car and call his dad.
I love my hobby!!!
