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Engagement And Wedding Rings Lost In The Ogunquit Beach Surf, Found In Footbridge Beach, With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐‚๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š: ๐€ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ-๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’

Imagine watching a video of your family playing in the ocean, only to realize you captured the exact millisecond a family heirloom vanished into the sea…

It was a picture-perfect, hot Maine summer day at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea . Brett, his wife Kaitee, and their two young children were playing in the ocean, laughing, and enjoying some quality family time together.

Kaitee and her oldest daughter were out in the water, splashing around and jumping over some decent-sized waves while Brett and Kai were near the shore, filming the happy memory.

But in a split second, the ocean changed everything. ๐ŸŒŠAs a big wave rolled in, Kaitee lifted her daughter up high to clear the crest. The moment she put her daughter back down, she felt that sickening emptiness on her finger. She immediately pointed to her hand, looked toward Brett on the shore, and mouthed the words every married couple dreads hearing:

“๐™ˆ๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ.” ๐Ÿ’”

Her beautiful wedding and engagement rings, which were soldered together into one precious piece, had vanished into the surf. In the video, you can see Kaitee immediately looking down into the water, frantically trying to search through the waves. But as anyone who has been to the beach knows, it is virtually impossible to find anything in churning sand and crashing waves. ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง ๐Ÿ”

Devastated, they knew they needed help. While the video didn’t show any landmarks or depth to prove exactly how far from the shore they were, it did provide one crucial piece of evidence: ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ.

With that exact time locked in, we could calculate the exact state of the tide. Armed with that vital piece of data, Brett jumped on the phone.

At around ๐Ÿ:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐๐Œ ๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก, my phone rang. ๐Ÿ“ž

As I listened to Brett’s story, I quickly checked the tide charts. My heart sank a bit when I saw that high tide wasn’t until 3:47 PM. Because the tide had already been coming in when Kaitee lost the rings an hour and a half earlier, the water in that area was already way over my head. Searching right then was physically impossible.

I gave Brett the honest reality of the situation: our absolute best bet was to wait for the morning low tide. I told him I could be on the beach by ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ to follow the receding water out.

But I also had a major concern. Because Kaitee was already deep out in the water when the rings slipped off, and with the rough ocean waves pounding the shore, I wasn’t sure if the morning tide would recede far enough for me to safely reach the spot.

Still, we had no choice but to try. We agreed on the plan: meet at ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, chase the tide out, and hunt as much beach real estate as humanly possible. ๐Ÿค

To make sure we didn’t waste a single second of precious low-tide time, I pulled up a satellite map. I marked up an aerial view of Footbridge Beach and sent it over to Brett. He looked it over and confirmed the exact grid section we needed to target. Now, we had a localized game plan. All we could do was wait for morning. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž โณ

The next morning, Gary Hill and I arrived early at ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ

. Knowing we had a massive area of beach real estate to cover, we wanted to get a serious jumpstart before the tide fully bottomed out. Brett was scheduled to meet up with us around ๐Ÿ•:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ, but there was no time to waste. It was time to get going!

Gary and I decided to divide and conquer to max out our chances. Using the beach access path way up on the shore as our central halfway point, we split the area in two.

Gary took the north side, executing a tight grid search 100 feet to the north of the path, parallel with the water. I took the south side, mirroring his 100-foot grid search to the south of the path.

Our strategy was simple: start closer to the shore on the wet sand and tightly follow the tide as it receded, fully prepared to grid right into the surf if the conditions stayed safe. With our detectors fired up and our scoops ready, we began swinging. ๐Ÿ”

The beach itself was very clean of targets. We dug a coin here and an aluminum pull tab there, but as our first hour on the sand came to a close, the rings remained elusive.

Around 7:30 AM, Brett arrived on scene. We paused to bring him up to speed on our progress. Looking out at our patterns, he confirmed we were spot on for the location. Our 100-foot grid lines to the north and south had the primary target area completely covered.

With the plan validated, Gary and I fired our machines back up and returned to the grid. Brett stayed close by, visually scanning the shifting sand along the moving tide line.

A few hours later, we finally approached dead low tide. The window of opportunity was shrinking, and despite our best efforts, the rings had still not been recovered.

Desperate to reach the deeper drop zone, I stepped directly into the churning ocean surf. Unfortunately, the sea wasn’t making it easy. The rough, pounding waves made it incredibly dangerous to push too far out. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’ฅ

With Brett looking on anxiously from the shore, Gary and I pushed as hard as we safely could, but the water simply wouldn’t let us get past knee-deep. Realizing we were out of beach real estate and at the mercy of the conditions, we had no choice but to call the search.

๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ’”

Brett was deeply disappointed, and honestly, so were we. Gary and I carry this kind of disappointment hard. When something precious is lost to the endless moving energy of the ocean, there are simply no guarantees. We give every single hunt everything we have, but sometimes, heartbreak is the outcomeโ€”temporarily anyways.

I broke down the reality of the situation for Brett before we left. I let him know that Gary and I would absolutely come back to search again, but we were fighting the upcoming tide cycles. Over the next few days, both the high and low tides were going to be higher up towards the shore. We simply wouldn’t be able to get out as far as Kaitee had been standing.

Our next real window would be a week or so later when the negative tides arrived. Those ultra-low tides would expose much more of the beach and give us the access we needed. ๐Ÿ“‰

Brett was very dejected, but I gave him my word that we weren’t giving up. I promised him we would be back, and reassured him that heavy rings generally don’t move very far on the ocean floor unless a major storm hits the coast and makes the surf much rougher than it already was. I reminded him that we have successfully made recoveries many, many days after a ring went missing.

I promised Brett I would contact him directly before we headed out for our next attempt. The three of us walked off the beach togetherโ€”down, but definitely not out. ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ข๐๐ž ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ฑ

True to my word, a week later, the tide charts lined up perfectly. I fired off a text message to Brett:

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’•, ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’“๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’…๐’ˆ๐’†, ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• 5:00๐’‚๐’Ž. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’†, ๐’‚๐’• -0.9. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’–๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ 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’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’”๐’•. ๐‘พ๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’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’๐’†๐’˜๐’๐’š ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’•๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’–๐’‘๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’….”

Brett fired right back with a text that read, “๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰!!” ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I arrived in Ogunquit pre-dawn the next morning and immediately got down to business. It had been ๐Ÿ– ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ

since our first attempt, and ๐Ÿ— ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ since Kaitee’s rings had vanished into the sea.

The ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž -๐ŸŽ.๐Ÿ— ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž opened up an incredible amount of the ocean floor. It was finally time to put the coils to the sand! ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿค 

We tightly followed the receding waterline, sweeping carefully. For the first stretch, it was just the usual beach trash and a few more scattered coins. But we kept our focus.

After about 50 minutes of searching, my detector let out a very low, solid tone. I didn’t hesitate. I scooped up a heavy load of wet sand and threw it up onto the beach to sift through it. ๐Ÿ›ก

๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐„?! ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿšจ

I stared down at it. I could instantly see the diamonds flashingโ€”it was the wedding and engagement rings, beautifully soldered together, exactly as Brett had described.

๐–๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐“๐„๐„’๐’ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†๐’! ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‰

Ring hunting AFTER nine days in the relentless Atlantic Ocean, and there it was. Gary and I immediately traded high-fives and burst into those huge, stress-releasing laughs that only happen when a high-stakes hunt finally pays off.

Instead of a standard text message, I decided to show him. I pulled out my phone and recorded a video. I started by showing him the vast expanse of beach we had been gridding, and then I slowly panned the camera down to the rings, still resting perfectly in the wet sand. ๐ŸŽฌ

๐‘พ๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•?”ย  I said into the camera. “๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ฐ๐’• 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’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š. ๐‘จ๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’.”

I hit send. Because it wasn’t even 6:00 AM yet, I knew it might take some time for him to wake up and see it. But we didn’t sit around waiting. With a rare negative low tide like this, you just never know what else might be hidden in the sand, so Gary and I kept right on metal detecting to make the most of the morning.

๐€๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž โœจ๐Ÿฅ‚

Sure enough, about an hour later, my phone lit up. โšก๏ธ

Brett and Kaitee were both on the line, and they were completely in shock to wake up to the unbelievable news. They were over-the-moon happy and bursting with excitement, thanking Gary and me from the very bottom of their hearts. ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ

Then, Kaitee dropped one more mind-blowing piece of information on me. She realized that the exact day we found her rings happened to be the ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž! Talk about a true anniversary miracle!

Standing out there on the beach, Gary and I were just beaming. Hearing the pure joy and relief in their voices is exactly why we do this. Bringing that kind of closure to people is simply the best feeling in the world.

Because Brett and Kaitee live three states away in Connecticut, they had already headed back home from vacation. But as luck would have it, Kaiteeโ€™s friend and co-worker, Erica, was currently vacationing just down the coast in York Beach, Maine!

We quickly coordinated a plan, and Erica and her family drove up to my house in Saco, Maineย  to pick up the precious rings. When they arrived, we all talked about just how completely improbable this whole story really was.

After Erica left to safely escort the rings back to Connecticut, I received a wonderful message from her: ๐Ÿ’ฌ

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’” ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’”! ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– & ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’”! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‹๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†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’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’”!ย  ๐Ÿ˜‚

I couldn’t help but smile and replied:

“๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’™๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘น๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’๐’ โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™”

A few days later, I received a beautiful family photo from Kaitee with her rings finally right back where they belong, resting safely on her finger. ๐Ÿ“ธ

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

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. ๐Ÿค

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐’๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐๐„ ๐Ÿšจ

Have you lost your wedding ring, keys, or valuable jewelry at the beach, in the grass, or on your property? Don’t waitโ€”time is of the essence when dealing with shifting sands and tides! Call right away to get experienced metal detecting professionals on the job.

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐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Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

Lost ring in farm corn recovered!

  • from Coon Rapids (Minnesota, United States)

During an outing with her child, they were enjoying some time playing in the corn when, unfortunately, her ring slipped off her finger. After a frantic search with no luck, she reached out to me for help.

Within two hours, we were on site searching, and it wasnโ€™t long before the ring was recovered and rightfully returned to its owner! ๐Ÿ’

Her loving, gracious smile said it all. She was incredibly appreciativeโ€”and understandably thrilledโ€”to have her ring recovered and safely back where it belonged: on her finger! โค๏ธ

Thank you sooooo much for contacting me and giving me the opportunity to help find and return your ring! It was truly my pleasure. ๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ’

How to find a lost ring in a garden in Vancouver..

  • from Vancouver (British Columbia, Canada)

Lost your ring/cell phone/keys don’t wait until it’s too late. Call ASAP 24/7 service Chris โ€“ 778-838-3463.

I received a text message asking if I was available to search for a Lost Ring that came off a young man’s finger when he was throwing a leaf off of his balcony. He told me he saw the ring go straight up in the air and come down. He believed it may have gone into his neighbours yard after not finding it in his garden. When I arrived and checked out the location, it would very easily have made it over the fence into the garden/shrubs and bushes on the other side.

That’s where I began my search on my hands and knees, crawling through the bushes trees, within five minutes buried in between some roots and covered by a leaf… There was a beautiful white gold ring! This search did not take too long, but could’ve easily been lost there for a very, very long time. Todd had already searched there the day before but didn’t have any luck. It will be interesting to see what my next search will be, usually when I find them so quickly my next one will be very very difficult lol.

I absolutely love my job!!

 

Instagram video of the search below…

https://www.instagram.com/theringfinders/

A Priceless Diamond RIng Recovered in Joliet, IL!

  • from Lockport (Illinois, United States)

Blake reached out to me after his wife lost her sterling silver diamond engagement ring in their Joliet backyard. The ring held special meaning because the diamond had belonged to her mother, who had passed away.

Blake had already searched the lawn carefully with a rake and even tried using a small metal detector. During his search, he managed to find her wedding ring, which had been lost at the same time, but the engagement ring was still MIA.

The next day, I headed to Joliet to help with the search. A steady rain was falling, so the weather wasnโ€™t ideal for metal detecting, but I knew how much finding this ring would mean to Blake and his wife.

When I arrived, Blake showed me the area where his wife believed she had lost it, and I immediately began a grid search.

Right away, I started getting some promising signals. In the first 10 minutes, I uncovered, in order, a dime, a penny, another penny, a small unidentified circular objectโ€”and then a 1976 Kennedy half dollar! Not a bad start for my first few minutes detecting the yard.

After taking a moment to admire the Kennedy half dollar, I went right back to my grid search. Less than a minute later, another signal stopped me in my tracks. The numbers and the tones emanating from my detector were right where I would expect a silver item to register. Could this finally be the ring?

I unholstered my pinpointer and narrowed the target down to a tiny spot between the blades of grass. By now, the steady rain had turned the ground into mud. I carefully worked my fingers into the soil, knowing there was something just beneath the surface but still unable to see what it was.

Then, about an inch down, I caught a glimpse of something curved.

I carefully cleared away a little more mud, and the unmistakable circular shape of a ring began to appear. I reached down, pulled it from the ground, and wiped away the mud.

There it wasโ€”the missing engagement ring, with that precious diamond still sitting securely in its sterling silver setting.

A big smile came across my face. It had taken less than 15 minutes to recover this priceless family treasure. Seeing the happiness and surprise on Blakeโ€™s face when I showed him the ring told me my work was done here.

Another lost ring back where it belongs!

3 Ring White Gold Wedding/Engagement Ring Set Lost in the Ocean, Found and Returned North Myrtle Beach SC

  • from North Myrtle Beach (South Carolina, United States)

On September 28, 2026, around 4:30 p.m., I received a phone call from Amy-Grace saying she had just lost her Wedding and Engagement ring in the ocean. I told her Iโ€™d be there in 20 minutes and ask her to send me the address, which she did.

When I arrived, I was able to park at Amy-Graceโ€™s rental and walk down to the beach. On the way, I met Amy-Grace who was walking back to their rental with her daughter. She told me about what time and how deep she was when she lost it, which was right at low tide. She also told me her sister and husband were on the beach waiting for me and would show me the loss area. ย I was already an hour after low tide, so I needed to get started.

I met Amy-Graceโ€™s sister and husband, Tom. Neither one was real sure but thought she lost her ring a little diagonally to the left of where they had their chairs set up. Other details I got where they were looking for shells along the shell beds near the shore. I fired up my Equinox 800 and started an east/west grid search working my way north and along the shell beds. The tide was coming in fast, and it wasnโ€™t long before I was taking waves up to my back. After a little bit, Amy-Grace came back out to the beach and put me in a completely different area about 15-20 yards or more north of where I had been searching. Iโ€™m now almost 2 hours past low tide and the sea breeze was blowing in enough to cause the waves to kick up. At this point I wasnโ€™t making any progress, so I told Amy-Grace Iโ€™d be back the next day at low tide which was at 4:12 p.m. While I was talking to Amy-Grace she repeated that when she lost her ring set, that she was lined up with a streetlight pole that could be seen from where we were standing. ย So, I had a good starting point for the next day.

The next day, Tuesday I arrived just before 3 p.m. and met with Tom, who said Amy-Grace was at Walmart getting food for the family. Not a problem, I knew where I needed to start the search. I lined up with the light post and moved north, just to extend the search area. Iโ€™d rather be long than short on the search area. I started my east/west search, going south and out at least thigh deep to make sure I was beyond the shell bed. I was on my sixth line and dead even with the light pole when I got a solid 9 on the equinoxโ€™s VDI (visual display indicator). I knew a ladyโ€™s white gold ring would show between 9-12 on the VDI. Bingo! I dug a full scoop of sand and checked the hole 3 or 4 times to make sure I had the target in the scoop. I washed the sand out of the scoop, looked in and all I saw were shells, a whole scoop full. I started removing small amounts of shells with my fingers and shaking the scoop again. I finally removed about two thirds of the shells and saw the bottom part of her ring. I reached it and grabbed it and washed it off in the water. I walked over to Tom and asked him what Amy-Graceโ€™s ring looked like, already knowing I had it. He looked at me and as heโ€™s describing it, I held it up for him to see. His expression said it all! He said later that when I asked that question, he had a feeling I had found it. Now we had to wait for Amy-Grace to come back from shopping to surprise her. When she returned to the beach, the tide had turned but it was still workable. I put the ring on my index finger and was pointing to confirm where I thought the ring should be, she never did see her ring. As sheโ€™s walking away to take me to the spot, I called her name and as she turned around, I held the ring up in front of my face. It took her a second to realize that I had her ring. Tears started flowing and I got a huge bear hug. I love returning someoneโ€™s treasure that they thought was gone forever.

Amy-Grace โ€“ Thank you for trusting me to help find your lost treasure. So happy itโ€™s back where it belongs.

Jim

ย 

2 Rings Lost 6 Months Ago Found in Grand Haven

  • from Grand Haven (Michigan, United States)

I received a voice and text message from Mike today saying his wife Nan had lost her wedding and engagement rings while gardening last March. ย He said he would have called sooner but, at the time, he had no idea the service we provided even existed. ย  When I arrived, Nan explained that, while she was gardening last spring, it was still cold and she didnโ€™t realize that 3 of her rings were missing. ย She wasnโ€™t sure where she lost them: the garden in the front yard, back yard, or maybe even when she went for a walk down to the pier that day. ย She did manage to find one of the rings in the garden in the front yard near the driveway so we were hoping the other 2 rings were there also. ย After about a 10 minute search, in the front garden, I located both rings about 2โ€™ from each other only about an inch deep. ย When Mike went in the house and told Nan I had found the second ring I heard her scream. ย They had only been married a year and the platinum wedding band had been his motherโ€™s ring. ย It was a pleasure finding such a treasured heirloom, something they had thought was lost forever.

Lost Sentimental Gold Cross Necklace Butler Beach,FL – Found by The Prospecting Mulรฉs

On a Saturday afternoon, I received a call from Kathie regarding a lost gold necklace. Her daughterโ€™s boyfriend had lost a very sentimental family cross necklace while swimming in the ocean at Butler Beach.

Fortunately, I live about half a mile away and could quickly reach the location. They handled the situation well when faced with losing an item. They marked the location, used reference points, knew the tideโ€™s status, and contacted The Ring Finders.

However, the ocean was still showing the devastating effects of the recent northeastern storm, and the full moon tide cycle made it even rougher. To say it was rough would be an understatement. Kathieโ€™s son, daughterโ€™s boyfriend, and I entered the water together. We stayed close to each other throughout the ordeal. We were constantly being battered and tossed by the waves like rag dolls.

After 45 minutes of battling Neptune, I finally got a good signal, only to be knocked completely off my feet. We tried to recover the signal for the next 30 minutes, but Neptune and his soul-crushing tides werenโ€™t having any of it. The pounding was too much, and we had to suspend the search.

I informed them that I would return tomorrow a few hours before low tide, hoping the tides would have subsided and made for a safer recovery. I arrived two hours before low tide and made another attempt to retrieve the necklace. Knowing how challenging it had been the previous day, I introduced myself to a group of people nearby. I explained my situation and asked if they wouldnโ€™t mind keeping an eye out for me.

I set up my boundary markers in the dry sand and began to grid my way into the ocean. The waves werenโ€™t too bad, but the current was making it difficult to stay within my search lanes. After two hours of struggling to grid in the relentless ocean, I finally got a good signal. Before I was knocked off the spot, I took a mental picture of my boundary markers.

Fortunately, I managed to return to the same spot multiple times after the current displaced me from it. When I spotted a gold chain dangling over the edge of my scoop, my heart raced. I swiftly made my way out of the ocean onto the dry sand before Neptune could snatch the necklace back.

I knew Kathie and her family were attending the Patriots vs. Jaguars game in Jacksonville. I immediately texted her, โ€œSorry the Patriots were losing. On the brighter side!โ€ and attached four photos of the recovered necklace.

Later that evening, I was able to reunite the necklace with its owner. These moments make what we do truly special. The emotions, gratitude, and heartfelt thanks we receive bring immense joy and happiness.

 

Newlyweds Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Kennebunkport, Maine Surf, Found With A Metal Detector On Goose Rocks Beach

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐•๐„ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐“ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘‡ (๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ!)

Gary Hill and I were driving home from West Bethel Maine, feeling a bit let down. We had just spent hours searching the Androscoggin River for a lost engagement ring, but unfortunately, we came up empty-handed.

Just as we were processing the tough search, my phone rang.

On the other end was Ellen. ๐Ÿ“ž

As 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 ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž, Ellen knew exactly who to call when disaster struck! She was calling from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, in Kennebunkport Maine and she was in a panic. She was there with her family, and her son-in-law, Vincent, had just lost his wedding ring in the ocean.

Ellen explained that Vincent had walked down to the water line to wash his hands. As the water swirled around him, the unthinkable happenedโ€”his wedding ring slipped right off his finger and vanished into the shallow surf. ๐ŸŒŠ

The family scrambled. A frantic search ensued.

But as we all know, once a ring disappears into the moving surf and shifting sand, you have a better chance of being struck by lightning than finding it with the naked eye. The rolling ocean hides secrets fast. โšก

But then, Vincent did something incredible.

Instead of panicking and pacing around, ๐•๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐Ÿง โœจ

He looked around, grabbed a large stick, and jammed it into the ocean floorโ€”exactly where he was standing when the ring came off.

A brilliant, textbook move! ๐Ÿ“

I told Ellen we were just over an hour away from ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก in Kennebunkport Mainet. Without hesitation, Gary and I made a quick decision. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐ŸŽ๏ธ

We completely skipped our original plan of heading home. We pointed ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž toward Kennebunkport Maine, told her we’d be there ASAP, and stepped on the gas.

When a ring is lost in the ocean, every single minute counts before the tide changes and swallows it forever! โฐ๐ŸŒŠ

When Gary and I arrived in Kennebunkport, we were promptly met by Vincent up at the house. He walked us down to the beach where his wife, mother-in-law, and the rest of the family were still trying their best to enjoy the day despite the stress. ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

As we stepped onto the sand, the first thing I noticed was that the tide had receded way out.

And there, standing completely exposed, was that large stickโ€”shooting straight up toward the sky! ๐Ÿชตโœจ

It marked the exact spot where Vincent had been standing in the water when his ring came off.

OUTSTANDING!!! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

Because the tide went out, what was once a search in the rolling surf was now sitting on dry, damp sand. Vincent’s brilliant move just turned a needle-in-a-haystack ocean search into a highly target-rich environment. ๐ŸŽฏ

Gary fired up his ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž and immediately started grid searching the north side of the pole. ๐Ÿฆพโšก

Thinking this was going to be a super quick recovery, I decided to lay low. I pulled out my phone, hoping to capture Gary on video making the ultimate save for the family. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

But the ocean sand always has a way of keeping you humble.

After five minutes of intensive sweeping on the north side… absolutely nothing. No ring. ๐Ÿ›‘

I knew we couldn’t keep Vincent and his family in limbo any longer. I looked at Gary and told him I was jumping in. I would start grid searching the southern side of the stick, while Gary continued his grid search on the northern side. ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ–๏ธ

Another five minutes passed as Gary and I grid searched our way around the stick.

Suddenly, my detector hit a target. I received a very loud, low tone. I immediately knew that beautiful soundโ€”it was the unmistakable signal of gold! ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ‘‘

I quickly alerted Vincent and Gary of the budding development. Wanting to make sure we captured the magic on camera, I asked Gary to dig it up so I could film it. Vincent also pulled out his phone, filming the recovery alongside me. ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŽฅ

On Garyโ€™s second scoop of sand, the ocean finally gave up its treasure. I saw the ring tumble right out of the wet sand.

“I see it! Don’t touch it! There it is right there!” I exclaimed. ๐Ÿ˜ฎโœจ

(๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’, ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™-๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘!) ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ“ธ

Vincent came right over, a massive smile lighting up his face.

“๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,” he said. And then, once again, “๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ,”

Wow. Hearing it twice like that had Gary and me not only smiling, but actually blushing! ๐Ÿ˜Š

The rest of the family quickly came down to witness the moment as Vincent picked his ring out of the sand. Pure happiness, bright smiles, and joyful laughter immediately took over the beach.

As we stood there celebrating, Vincentโ€™s wife, Samantha (Sam), shared something with us that gave me actual goosebumps down the back of my neck. ๐Ÿฅถโœจ

She told us that she and Vincent had only been married for six months, and his ring was still a little bit loose. But here is the incredible part: after Vincent lost his wedding band in the water, Sam found a random rubber ring sitting up on the beach.

She took it as a direct sign from her late fatherโ€”a message sent from above to tell her that everything would be completely fine and that he was watching over them. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

This actually isn’t the first time this summer that a father watching from above sent a clear sign right before a husband’s wedding ring was found.

๐Ÿ‘‡๐ƒ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ: ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฏ๐ž? ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ™โœจ

Sam also shared that Goose Rocks Beach is a massive part of their lives. In fact, the exact spot where the family sets up their beach camp is the very same spot where Vincent proposed to Sam, and she said “YES!” ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ

It is absolutely incredible how much of their life together has already unfolded right there on that exact patch of sand.

With another ring safely back on the finger where it belongs, Gary and I walked off the beach, once again feeling deeply proud that we could help someone and put smiles back on everyone’s faces. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ‘ฃ

Later that evening, my phone lit up with a text from Vincent:

“๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰! ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’•! -๐‘ฝ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’š & ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’Ž” ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ™

Gary and I truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

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!

๐Ÿšจ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„? ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐๐€๐๐ˆ๐‚! ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐”๐’ ๐€๐’๐€๐! ๐Ÿšจ

If you or someone you know loses a ring, keys, or valuable item, don’t wait for the tide or weather to change! Call 207-423-3027 ASAP and ask for Dennis. ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’จ

๐Ÿ’ก๐ƒ๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐’’๐’ ๐๐‘๐Ž-๐“๐ˆ๐ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐€ ๐’๐”๐‚๐‚๐„๐’๐’๐…๐”๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐˜:

If you drop something, follow Vincent’s lead! ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐šย  Stick a pole in the sand like Vincent did, drop a pin on your phone’s map to save the ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, or take ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ looking back toward the beach entrance or houses. These quick actions give us a perfect starting point and drastically increase the chances of getting your lost item back! ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ธ

Lost Yellow Gold Wedding Band at Hale Koa Beach Waikiki…FOUND!

  • from O‘ahu (Hawaii, United States)

This ring find began last evening when I got a text from Emil from Poland, who was on his honeymoon with his lovely wife Natalia.ย  He wrote, “Hi, we need some help finding a ring that was lost in the ocean (Oahu).ย  The ring was taken by a wave when we were washing our hands in the water, so it wasn’t actually lost on the beach.ย  Would you be able to help us search for it?”ย  Emil told me he was using a translator which was actually doing quite well.ย  After he sent me a few pics I realized it was Hale Koa.ย  We agreed to meet the next morning at low tide.ย  I went a bit early as to get parking and headed down the beach to Hale Koa.ย  I was able to line up the pics to start the search on the wet slope.ย  An occasional swell would crash and knock me around but I was able to push through.ย  I found a few pull tabs and a penny.ย  About 10 minutes into the hunt I got a decent low tone and started to dig.ย  It took about five scoops to get the target and there was Emil’s shiny gold ring in the scoop.ย  I texted him a pic and he replied he was about 15 minutes away.ย  When Emil & Natalia arrived they were so grateful and said the honeymoon was saved.ย  I wished them the best for their honeymoon vacation and assured them they were blessed!ย  Aloha to Emil & Natalia!

Handmade Sterling Silver Dartmouth College Ring Lost At Goose Rocks Beach, Kennebunkport, Maine, Found In The Sand With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

FROM A DARTMOUTH COLLEGE CLASSROOM TO THE SANDS OF GOOSE ROCKS BEACH: THE JOURNEY OF A HANDMADE RING! ๐ŸŸข

๐Ÿ’While attending Dartmouth College, Rhys took a jewelry-making class and spent hours hand-crafting a heavy, chunky sterling silver ring, detailed with a circle of vibrant green gemstones. From campus, the ring traveled home with him to California, and finally, to Maine for a family vacation at Goose Rocks Beach in Kennebunkport Maine.

Two days ago, Rhys was relaxing on his beach blanket when he started fidgeting with his ring. Suddenly… it vanished into the sand. ๐Ÿ–๏ธโŒ

Immediately, Rhys and several helpful beachgoers jumped into action, frantically searching the area. But after hours of brushing through the sand, the ring remained elusive.

That night, Rhys cooked up a brand-new strategy. The next morning, he returned to the exact spot armed with an essential kitchen tool: a colander! ๐Ÿ Rhys spent a full, exhausting day scooping up heavy beach sand and sifting it out, hoping his handmade masterpiece would appear. Total result? Still missing.

By the next morning, Rhys was right back at it. His pile of sifted sand was getting massive, but by Day 2, the ring was still gone. Being from California, Rhys and his family had no idea a service like ours existed. Thankfully, a friend heard about his predicament and told Rhys he needed to drop the kitchen strainer and call me immediately! ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’ฅ

When Rhys reached out, I was actually down in York Beach, Maine finishing up a search at Short Sands Beach. I let him know I’d be on my way just as soon as I wrapped things up. True to my word, within an hour of his call, I was heading north to Kennebunkport Maine! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

Once I arrived at Goose Rocks Beach, parking was a nightmare as usual. But the beach gods were smiling, and I managed to snag a spot just a short walk from where Rhys and his missing ring were. Gear in hand, I made my way onto the sand where I was met by Rhys and his father, Brad.

They immediately took me to the location. I knew it had to be the correct spot because I saw the kitchen colander resting right next to a beach blanket. Rhys had smartly covered the suspected area with the blanket so no one would accidentally disturb the sand. Brilliant thinking! ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ’ก

I set my boundary guidelines with Rhys, fired up the detector, and the search officially began. With a completely clear grid and no obstacles, it didn’t take long. In fact, within just 90 seconds, my machine screamed with a crisp, low-high tone. A possible silver ring?

As I ran my coil back over the area, I saw the undeniable outline of a ring in the sand. I reached down, plucked it out, and held it up!

๐ŸŽ‰ “WOW!!!” “OH MY GOD!!!” ๐ŸŽ‰

The beach erupted with cheering and clapping! Brad had his camera rolling to catch the whole thing. I heard Rhys say, “That went far!”

Amazingly, what two days of visual searching and kitchen colander sifting couldn’t locate, my metal detector found in under a minute and a half. The ring was actually hiding 8 to 10 feet away from where they thought they lost it! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿคฏ

Did the ring get moved while they were searching? This is exactly why we tell clients not to disturb the area. When you think about it, if they had kept sifting, the ring could have easily ended up trapped directly under his giant pile of discarded sandโ€”buried way too deep for a detector to find.

After the hugs, handshakes, and goodbyes, I wished Rhys a great year at school. With a huge smile on his face and his custom ring securely back on his finger, he replied, “I will now.” ๐Ÿฅน๐ŸŸข

I have the best job in the world. I love my job! It’s always a great day when we can put “another ring back on the finger.”

Remember: “If it matters to you, it matters to us.” โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’

๐Ÿ“Œ LOST SOMETHING IRREPLACEABLE?

Don’t wait and don’t disturb the sandโ€”call us right away!

๐Ÿ“ž Call/Text: 207-423-3027๐Ÿš— Service Areas: Covering all of Maine and surrounding coastal areas.