Contacted Jeremy about losing my wedding ring
I lost it throwing a football on a the side of my buddies house so I know the general area it should be
Jeremy found the ring within minutes
Would highly recommend Ring Finders to anyone
Back in the Saddle! A Silver Chain Recovery in Valley Stream, NY! โ๏ธ๐
Itโs been quite a while since my last Ring Finders recovery, but today I got back in the game!
Around noon, I received a text from Ramy, a pharmacy owner in the Bronx, who had lost his silver necklace and pendant somewhere on a FULL-SIZE football field at Valley Stream State Park.
A football field? No problem. Just a few thousand square yards to search! ๐
Ramy couldnโt meet me until 6:30 PM, after closing his pharmacy, but I figured Iโd get a head start. The park was about a 30-minute drive from my home, and I arrived shortly before 1 PM, armed with my metal detector and a little optimism.
Nearly three hours of searching later, I finally got the signal I was hoping for!
There it was โ Ramyโs silver chain!
Unfortunately, the pendant had separated from the necklace. I expanded my search outward from the recovery spot, working the surrounding area, but despite my best efforts, the pendant remained elusive.
Still, finding that chain in such a massive area felt pretty darn good, especially after being away from detecting for so long!
Later that evening, after closing his pharmacy, Ramy came to my home to pick up his recovered necklace. He was genuinely appreciative and handed me a full reward he had promised before I even began the search.
But hereโs the best partโฆ
We spent some time talking, and I quickly realized that Ramy is just an all-around good guy. What started as a search for a lost necklace may very well have turned into a lifelong friendship.
The pendant may still be out there, but the chain is back where it belongs, and I made a new friend in the process.
Thatโs what I love about being part of The Ring Finders. Sure, the thrill of the hunt is great, but itโs the people you meet and the smiles you bring that make it all worthwhile.
One recovery, one happy customer, and hopefully one friendship for life! ๐
Reuben Marcus
The Ring Finders โ Bronx, NY
#TheRingFinders #MetalDetecting #LostAndFound #SilverRecovery #ValleyStream #TreasureHunting #NoktaLegend
Debbie was throwing the ball for her dog when she thought she lost ring that was in her pocket.She had placed her rings in her pocket earlier and put her phone in her phone in the same pocket. She thought she may have pulled it out while pulling her phone out. After over an hour of searching the yard, we decided to look inside the house. While my partner Jeff was searching inside I decided to look one more time outside. Right outside the door is a sitting area, as I looked around the bench I saw it laying on the outdoor rug. They were so happy to have it found but were jogging their memory as to how it got there. At one moment she sat down and they thought it fell out at that point. Always important to trace every step! 
After seeing the calm conditions and low tide in the early evening, I detected the Folly Beach Pier area and found this iPhone in the wet sand near the pier.ย After rinsing, drying and a few minutes of charging, I was able to find the contact information of the owner’s spouse with the Medical ID feature since the phone was locked.ย I contacted the person listed and eventually reached the owner and shipped the recovered phone to them.ย Note: I recommend always setting up a contact with the Medical ID app or Android screenlock to make contacting an owner easy!
Thanks again for your help–hopeful it never happens again…but if it does, I know who to call!
AM, Boonton, NJ
Got a call from a customer to find a lost platinum wedding band in a front yard in Boonton, NJ. Area had been raked and metal detected by owner with a rented metal detector in an effort to find the ring. Despite this, was able to locate the ring in the street-side of the curb cut, pushed into the soil and under the leaf litter. Very happy couple, which is what it’s all about!
I got a call from Garret of Corruna Michigan to search for his wedding ring. He lost it in his yard while butchering some chickens. He gave me four possible areas it could be and after three hours, I finally found it just out a bit further than he thought.
๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐งญโก
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:
“๐ฏ๐, ๐ฐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ 603-๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฟ-๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ฉ๐๐.”
No descriptions. No locations. Just a ๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐๐โmeaning our caller was reaching out from New Hampshire, but likely lost their treasure while visiting our ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ง ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐.
Behind every short message like this is a heart-stopping moment. I dialed the number back immediately, and a man named ๐๐ข๐๐ค 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 funโtossing 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. ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐. ๐๐
The cold water had likely shrunk his fingers just enough for the heavy band to slip off. To make matters worse, it happened at ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ข๐๐. 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 setupโtheir umbrella and chairsโas 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?
“๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ค,” 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: “๐๐๐ฌ.”
But then, I had to askโhow 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 ๐ฐ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ! ๐๐๏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 thingโin 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! ๐ฑ๐
With a proven game plan locked in, ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ loaded up the heavy-duty gear, packed it all into “๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐,” and hit the road, tearing toward Ocean Park, Maine . The pressure was on, the tide was right, and the hunt was officially ON! ๐โก
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
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! ๐งญ๐พ
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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 plungeโestimating it to be roughly a 75′ X 75′ area of wet sand.
Instead of swinging blindly, I asked for the ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ 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 ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ง. It was time to clear the zone, strip by strip. ๐บ๏ธ๐
๐ง ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
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 ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐-๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ข๐จ.
I glanced down at the screen. ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ค-๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐๐๐) 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… ๐๏ธ๐ฅ๐
๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
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 holeโsilence. Then, I swung the coil over the fresh pile of sand on the surface. ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐! 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.
“๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ. ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐?”
Nickโs face lit up with absolute awe. The stress of the last few hours completely vanished in a second.
“๐๐ก๐๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎ’๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ!” 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. ๐ฅ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
Nick raised his arm, locking his hand around the recovered wedding ring, and lifted it high above his head in pure triumph! ๐๐
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 smilingโand smiling bigโas 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! ๐ฅ๐๏ธโจ
It is moments exactly like thisโthe relief, the small-world karma of a past client stepping in to help, and the pure joy of a family reunited with their irreplaceable treasureโthat 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!
๐๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐จ๐, and we love being able to bring this kind of happiness back to people. And I’ll carry these exact sentimentsโknowing how much we adore this calling and living by the heartbeat that ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โright alongside me in all our future adventures! โค๏ธ๐งญ
On Friday, October 23, 2026, I received a text from Dana, who had found me through TheRingFinders.com. She asked if I could help find her husbandโs wedding band. Her husband, David, had just realized the ring was missing and believed he lost it while doing yard work earlier in the day. He had worn it constantly for 47 years and was anxious to find it. They lived in Davidson County, between High Point and Thomasville.
I told Dana how sorry I was and that I would be glad to help. I asked how much of the yard he had worked in and whether he had been wearing work gloves, since rings often stay inside gloves when theyโre removed. Dana said he had already checked his gloves, as that was his first thought. She explained that he had mowed a small area with the tractor and then loaded limbs and sticks into a trailer to dump in the woods behind their property, but she wasnโt sure how to describe the areas he had covered.
My phone then rang. It was David, who explained that while checking his gloves he had found a hole in the ring finger, large enough for the ring to slip out. He had no idea it was missing until that evening. He told me he had push mowed, tractor mowed, and hauled sticks into the woods, where he unloaded them by hand into a large pile. He had also blown leaves in the front yard and had no idea where the ring could be.
I had a hunch we would find it where he unloaded the sticks, since tossing them would involve the most force and the best chance for the ring to come off. We ended the call after he gave me their address, and I told him I would arrive first thing in the morning.
The commute was about 35 miles taking 40 minutes. I texted that I was on my way and would arrive around 9:00 AM. The GPS was accurate, and David met me as I pulled into the drive.
After introductions and handshakes, I gathered my metal detector and pen pointer and asked David to point out the areas he had covered and what he had done in each. We stopped just inside the woods, where he recalled emptying fireplace ash and scattering it around. That became my first search area, and it turned up nothing.
David then led me deep into the woods to a pile of limbs, leaves, and sticks covering an area of 20 feet by 10 feet, and 4 feet deep. I slowly detected the entire pile with no results. Because a ring could easily have fallen deep into the pile, far from the detectorโs coil, we moved many of the larger sticks so I could scan closer.ย Searched a second time, with negative results. After removing even more sticks and gridding the area thoroughly a third time, I was confident the ring was not in the pile.
Next, I started detecting the ground, beginning at the base of the wood pile and following the obvious tractor tire marks in the ground cover. About 10 feet in, I got a promising signal and found a can top. I explained to David that finds like this are common, and I kept searching. Five feet farther, I got another very promising signal. I looked through the ground cover and saw nothing, so I swept the detector coil over the area again and got a very strong signal. Using my pen pointer in about 6 inches of ground cover, I felt a bump and heard the telltale alerting sound. I spread the cover, and there it was.
I picked up the ring and asked David, โDoes this look like your ring?โ He seemed confused or thought I was joking at first and started walking toward me. When he saw the ring in my hand, his face lit up like a childโs at Disney. โI cannot believe it,โ he said. โYou found it, and I thought it was gone for good.โ He immediately texted Dana to tell her the news.
Thank you, David and Dana, for calling and trusting me to find your missing treasure. From their first contact to recovery took less than 11 hours
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