Dennis Boothby, Author at The Ring Finders

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

 

iPhone Lost In The Sand, Found With A Metal Detector In Ogunquit Beach, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ“ฑ ๐‡๐„๐‹๐ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐‡๐€๐‹๐…๐–๐€๐˜ ๐€๐‘๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐‹๐ƒ! ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„? ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŒ

Imagine being thousands of miles away from home, working a summer job, and in the blink of an eye, your only connection to your family vanishes into the shifting sands of a massive beach. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

That is exactly the nightmare that turned into one of the most unbelievable, international team-effort rescues we have ever pulled off at Ogunquit Beach ! ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŒŠ ๐€๐๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐ˆ๐๐‚๐‘๐„๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐‹๐„ ๐Ž๐†๐”๐๐๐”๐ˆ๐“ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐‘๐„๐’๐‚๐”๐„! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ“ฑ

It was just before 10:00 AM on August 29th when my phone rang. On the other end of the line was a young woman named Dominyka, and you could instantly hear the distress in her voice.

The previous evening, after clocking out of her shift at the Beach Store at The Norseman Resort, Dominyka and a group of her co-workers headed down to the sand. It was something they had done many times over the summer, but with the season drawing to a close, this night felt special. They walked along the dunes, stopping and sitting a few different times, sharing laughs, running around, and just having an absolute end-of-summer blast.

But an hour or two later, as the group finally made their way off the beach back toward The Norseman Resort, reality hit. Dominyka reached for her phone, only to realize her “lifeline” was gone.

Panic immediately set in. She and her friends turned right around and rushed back onto the pitch-black beach. Using whatever light they had, they desperately tried to retrace their steps. But Ogunquit Beach is massive, the darkness was overwhelming, and after hours of searching the vast, shifting sands, they came up empty-handed. Devastated and exhausted, they finally had to abandon the search for the night.

This phone wasn’t just a piece of technology; it was her absolute lifeline to her family, sitting almost halfway around the world in ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ฎ๐š๐ง๐ข๐š. Dominyka explained to me that she and her tight-knit family rely heavily on Life360 โ€”a private, family-focused app designed strictly for real-time location sharing and safety coordination. Without it, that vital link to home was completely severed.

Hearing the urgency, I grabbed my detector and packed my gear. Luckily, the tide wasnโ€™t going to be an issue for this recovery since the search area was up close to the dunes and only stretched halfway into the dry sand. My biggest concern wasn’t the phone being buried deeperโ€”it was the massive crowd expected for a beautiful, sunny day on the last Saturday of August. If I didn’t get there fast, someone was bound to set up their beach chairs, blankets, and umbrellas directly over the phone, blocking it completely.

Knowing the gridlock that a perfect summer Saturday brings, I initially suggested waiting until late afternoon when the crowds cleared out, leaving a wide-open beach to search without obstacles. But Dominyka, who was already back at work and calling me from a friend’s phone, pleaded with me. She suspected the phone was lost right up near the dunes where the crowds aren’t quite as thick.

Going against my usual intuition, I just couldn’t tell her to wait. The pure stress and panic in her voice was heartbreaking. I told her I was coming right away, but warned her that between the Saturday rush and the location, it would take me at least an hour just to fight the traffic and arrive.

Cheryl and I jumped into ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ž and began battling the heavy gridlock down The Maine Turnpike and then Route 1, towards Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea.

When we finally arrived, we headed straight to the Beach Store to meet Dominyka, who was already hard at work. Thankfully, her awesome supervisor let her step away to guide us.

We walked out onto the sand, which was filling up incredibly fast and already packed with beachgoers.

Dominyka showed us the general area she remembered and shared a screenshot of the phone’s last known GPS ping.

Unfortunately, the screenshot didn’t show any landmarks or helpful detailsโ€”just a generic dot marking a location on a massive, featureless beach.

She added that her group definitely hadn’t walked past the volleyball net, which gave us a solid boundary.

Still, the remaining dry sand area was dauntingly massive.

With duty calling, Dominyka had to head back to the store.

I reassured her and laid out the game plan: I was going to grid search the entire area. I started close to the dunes, moving north until I hit the volleyball court, then turned right back around to head south. I would repeat this tight pattern, slowly making my way outward toward the center of the beach, carefully dodging the sunworshippers, blankets, and umbrellas as I went.

As I proceeded north, finding just a few coins and the usual beach trash, Cheryl was using her eyes to visually scout the sand. After a full hour with absolutely no luck, we turned to head back south.

Just then, Dominyka reappeared on her lunch break! She told us she had just been messaging her sister on social media using a friendโ€™s phone. Her sister confirmed that the phone’s location hadnโ€™t changed on the Life360 app, and incredibly, it still had a charge!

Thatโ€™s when a lightbulb went off. I asked Dominyka if her sister could ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐› ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ directly from Life360 . Dominyka wasn’t quite sure what those were, so I pulled out my own phone to show her how coordinates work for a current location. Using her friend’s phone, we literally walked her sisterโ€”all the way back in Lithuaniaโ€”through the steps to extract the exact numbers and text them over to me.

I kept searching the sand, and about five minutes later, her sister came through with the coordinates!

I immediately typed the exact digits into my phone’s mapping app and simply followed the blue line. The GPS led us about 100 feet from where we had initially started, pulling us closer to the center of the beach.

The map brought us right up to a family enjoying the gorgeous summer day. I politely let them know what we were doing, and they graciously offered to pack up and move. I told them to hold on a second, as I wanted to quickly scan the open sand around them first.

As I swung my metal detector right next to the exact spot the GPS coordinates pointed to, a massive, incredibly loud signal blasted through my headphones!

I ran my detector’s coil back over the spot, and as the loose sand shifted, a tiny corner of the cell phone peeked through. ๐”๐๐๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐•๐€๐๐‹๐„!!!

Dominyka was still in the middle of talking to the family about moving their blankets, and I called out to them that they could stay put because I had already found it! Before pulling it up, I placed my headphones onto Dominykaโ€™s head so she could hear the solid, roaring target tone of her buried phone. I reached down, brushed away the remaining sand, and pulled the phone out.

Dominyka completely erupted! She started jumping up and down in pure excitement, shouting, “๐‘พ๐‘ถ๐‘พ, ๐’€๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐’€, ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป’๐‘บ ๐‘ช๐‘น๐‘จ๐’๐’€!”
The phone had been buried a mere three feet away from one of the family members lying peacefully on her beach towels. The Life360 GPS coordinates had put us ๐’๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐ the phone.

Then came the best part. Dominyka gave me a massive hug, thanking me over and over. “๐Ž๐ก, ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก. ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ง๐จ ๐ข๐๐ž๐š,”
she said.

She immediately contacted her sister halfway around the world to share the unbelievable news, and her family in Lithuania sent their thanks across the miles to me as well. I can only imagine what it feels like to be in a foreign country and lose your only lifeline to the people you love. Seeing Dominyka’s pure panic and distress completely blossom back into a bubbly, happy young lady filled with joy reminded me why I do this.

I truly have the best job in the world, and I absolutely love it.

๐Ÿšจ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ, ๐’๐๐Ž๐–, ๐Ž๐‘ ๐–๐€๐“๐„๐‘? ๐Ÿšจ

Don’t wait, and don’t lose hope! Metal objects can vanish in seconds, but we are equipped to find them. Whether itโ€™s a precious wedding band, a set of keys, or a lifeline cell phone, we are here to help you get it back.

๐Ÿ’ก ๐๐‘๐Ž ๐“๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐Ž ๐‡๐„๐‹๐ ๐”๐’ ๐…๐ˆ๐๐ƒ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐“๐„๐Œ๐’:
๐†๐๐’ ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฌ! If you lose an item, stand right in the exact spot you think it was lost and take a photograph facing a prominent landmarkโ€”like a house, a unique tree, a rock formation, or a hotel structure. We can pull the hidden GPS metadata directly from your photo to pin down your location, and use the visible landmark as a perfect visual reference while we search!

Remember: “๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐‘ป๐’ ๐‘ผ๐’”.”

๐Ÿ“ž ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ซ ๐“๐ž๐ฑ๐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ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ: ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

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!

77 Year Old Multi Generational Gold Wedding Ring Lost in the Old Orchard Beach, Maine Ocean Water, Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒŠ๐€ ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•-๐˜๐„๐€๐‘ ๐‹๐„๐†๐€๐‚๐˜ ๐’๐€๐•๐„๐ƒ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐‘๐… ๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐Ž๐‘๐‚๐‡๐€๐‘๐ƒ ๐๐„๐€๐‚๐‡! ๐ŸŒŠ

“๐‘ฏ๐’Š, ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ฉ ๐’š๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… 3 ๐’‘๐’Ž ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’“. ๐‘จ๐’๐’š ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰. ๐‘พ๐’†โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’†๐’šโ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐‘บ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š”

It was an early afternoon on ๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐š๐ฒ, ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐ญ๐ก, when this text message came through that instantly grabbed my attention. It was from Sean:

I was right in the middle of another active search when his message popped up. Knowing how crucial timing is with the ocean, I texted him back right away:

“๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’๐’˜. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‚ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’˜๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’•.”

As soon as I wrapped up my search, I called Sean. That was the moment the true weight of the situation hit me, as he shared the incredible history of what was sitting out there under the waves.

๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ’”

The afternoon before, Sean had been enjoying a beautiful Maine day at ๐Ž๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก, throwing a football around with a friend in the surf near the Oob Pierย  He didn’t see it slip off. He didn’t feel it leave his finger. But once he stepped up onto the dry sand, he looked down and his heart shattered. His wedding ring was gone.

Sean told me that he instantly got that awful, sinking gut feelingโ€”the belief that his ring was now buried deep under the churning Atlantic Ocean and shifting sand, never to be seen again.

But this wasn’t just any wedding ring. This was a piece of his soul.

This ring originally belonged to ๐’๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, who wore it proudly for ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ• ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ before passing away in 2006. Inside the band, it held a beautifully aged inscription of his grandparents’ initials and their wedding date: ๐Ÿ—-๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—.

Sean inherited this priceless heirloom in 2006. When he met the love of his life and got married, he wanted to honor that incredible legacy. He took the ring to a jeweler and had his own wedding dateโ€”๐Ÿ“-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ โ€”inscribed right next to his grandparents’, matching the exact original script style.

๐“๐ฐ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ• ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง. ๐–๐Ž๐–. ๐Ÿ˜ญ

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐‘๐š๐œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž โฑ๏ธ

I told Sean that we were already fully booked for the evening, but I could absolutely search very early the next morning. The plan was to arrive pre-dawn at ๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐€๐Œ to catch a ๐Ÿ“:๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• ๐€๐Œ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž.

My biggest worry? Another metal detectorist might have already stumbled across it during that morning’s low tide or the upcoming evening low tide. The pier area is a high-traffic spot, and time is always the enemy.

Hearing this, Sean and his friend decided to head down to the OOB Pierย  that night to do a visual search themselves.

Later that evening, after the tide went out, Sean texted me with the update: they didn’t find the ring, but crucially, they didn’t see any other metal detectorists working the area either. Awesome news!

To narrow things down even further, Sean had text-messaged me a photo with a circled area where he thought the ring had dropped. I sent a photo right back to him, mapping it out so we could pin down a definitive search area. Once we agreed on the exact target zone, the game plan was locked in.

Now, truth be told, Gary Hill and I never sleep well the night before a search like this. When a ring is lost within an hour and a half of a low tide, you have to execute a flawless, highly precise grid search. The ocean gives you a tiny, unforgiving window of opportunity, and you can’t afford to miss a single inch.

So instead of sleeping soundly that night, my mind was racing. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for the alarm to go off…

๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐…๐จ๐  ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ

When ๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ AM finally rolled around, Gary and I arrived at the beach. We stepped out into a pitch-black, pre-dawn darkness. Not only was it completely dark, but a thick, heavy Maine fog had rolled in, swallowing the shoreline.

Outfitted with our metal detectors, gear, and our headlamps cutting thin beams through the mist, it felt like we were stepping onto another planet. We knew the clock was ticking, and the tide wouldn’t wait for the sun to rise.

Because the ring could be hidden absolutely anywhere within that fairly large search zoneโ€”and because time was at a serious premiumโ€”strategy was everything.

โ€ข ๐†๐š๐ซ๐ฒ’๐ฌ ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐: I directed Gary to start just a little bit outside of the main search zone, closer to the mid-pier section. He would grid approximately 75 feet south to the pier turn, and then grid north 75 feet back to the northern boundary. From there, Gary would continue this exact pattern, systematically working his way east toward the low tide line.

โ€ข ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐: I was going to perform that exact same precise pattern, but with a different starting point. My mission was to start out near the very end of the pier and the low tide line. I would follow the receding tide out, even getting right into the cold ocean water to search the surf.

With our plan set and headphones on, off we went into the fog.

“๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“!” ๐Ÿคฏ

The search was officially afoot. I adjusted my gear, stepped toward the surf, and braced myself for what I thought would be a long, grueling hunt. But not even two minutes into the search, the foggy silence was shattered. I heard Gary yelling out to me through the mist.

I yanked my headphones off to hear him better. Gary shouted,

“๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“!”

๐–๐‡๐€๐“?! ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ž?!

My heart hammering against my ribs, I quickly scrambled over to where Gary was standing. He pointed down at a gleaming gold ring resting perfectly in the freshly dug sand. It was absolutely unbelievable.

But a sudden wave of caution hit me. Could it really be the right one? It was sitting just barely outside of our agreed-upon search zone. Gary carefully picked up the heavy gold band, tilted it toward his headlamp to peer inside, and checked for the inscriptions.

๐Ÿ—-๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—. ๐Ÿ“-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’.

๐˜๐„๐’! ๐€ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™Œ

Gary had found the ring in just ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ and only ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ into his grid search. ๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‘๐€๐™๐˜!!! After all those sleepless hours and racing thoughts, the ocean gave it up almost instantly.

We stood there in the fog and immediately made a video revealing this unbelievable recovery.

(๐“๐‡๐„ ๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐Ž ๐–๐€๐’ ๐‘๐„๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐„๐ƒ ๐‹๐€๐’๐“ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐…๐€๐‚๐„๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐๐€๐†๐„ โ€” ๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’ ๐ˆ๐“! ๐†๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ!) ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘‡

By the time we wrapped up filming, it was just before 5:00 AM. Standing out there in the damp, dark morning air, I pulled out my phone and hit send on a text to Sean so he could wake up to the best news possibleโ€”all while quietly praying I didn’t accidentally wake him up right then and there!

๐€๐ง ๐„๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿš—

Now with plenty of time to kill until Sean called us back, Gary and I decided to do a little recreational metal detecting around the area to see if we could find anything else. Just as the morning sun was trying to peek through the heavy fog, my phone lit up with an incoming text.

But it wasn’t Sean. It was a brand new emergency call from someone in Pine Point, in the Town of Scarborough, Maine just two miles away, who had lost a key fob the previous evening.

By now, it was just before 7:00 AM, so Gary and I packed up, jumped into the Ring Finder Mobile, and drove over to Pine Point. Right as we pulled up, my phone rangโ€”it was Sean!

When he answered, I didn’t even have to break the news to him.

He had already seen the video we uploaded, and he was absolutely ecstatic! The pure relief and joy in his voice was everything. I explained that we were currently wrapping up this quick key fob search but would drive right over to see him next.

Once we finished up atย  Pine Point (more on that story in another post!), we drove a few miles down the road to Bayley’s Campground to finally return the heirloom to its rightful owner.

๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐ง… ๐Ÿ˜‚

When we met up with Sean, Gary and I decided to have a little bit of fun. Gary pulled out a completely different ring from his pocket and handed it over.

The befuddled look on Sean’s face was absolutely priceless as he turned it around in his fingers, frantically looking inside the band for those generational inscriptions.

After letting him sweat it out for just a quick second, Gary smiled, pulled out the authentic wedding ring, and said,

“๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž?”

Sean peered inside the band, saw the dates, and beamed.

“๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ!”

We all broke out into a huge wave of laughter! Sean was just completely overjoyed, chuckling with relief. A deeply sentimental, completely irreplaceable wedding ring that he genuinely thought was lost forever to the Atlantic Ocean was now home right where it belongs.

So, another priceless ring is back on the finger where it belongs. We truly have the best job in the world, and we love every single second of it.

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ค๏ธ

๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐€๐๐ƒ ๐Ž๐‘ ๐’๐”๐‘๐…? ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐ƒ๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญโ€”๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž!

๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐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ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค.

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

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