Little did I know that day I would be driving the almost 2 hours up to Ticonderoga, NY to find a wedding ring which was almost given up on.
Joe and Rebecca and four other family members were staying at a B n’B on a lake in Ticonderoga. Joe told me he was « pretty sure » he lost the ring while playing football the day before. All six family members had searched every square inch of the yard all day and even in the night. They even bought a metal detector and tried to no avail. They had little hope left. While I cannot guarantee that I will find a ring, I can at times, depending on the situation, feel fairly confident. This was one of those times. Still, I felt, even after I arrived, that they did not have much hope. I was the last resort. Better to try and know you have done everything you could than to regret it for years to come. That’s what I told them. They would be leaving the B n’B the next day.
I arrived and got down to work. My heart sank when I heard so many signals in the gold range. « This is not going to be so easy, I thought to myself. » And it wasn’t. I would have to go real slow and quickly calculate every signal and make a quick decision in my head. Finally after what seemed like forever I had the signal I was looking for. Could this be it? I parted the grass and down in the roots was the glimmer of gold. I was thrilled. Containing my excitement, I called Rebecca and Joe over. I didn’t touch the ring. I wanted them to have the joy of seeing it in situ and picking it off the ground. I pointed to the spot and said, « what do you see? » « Nothing. » they replied. I pointed even closer. Still they saw nothing. I practically put my finger right on the ring the third time and finally they saw it, almost made invisible by the golden color of the grass roots. Rebecca started crying she was so shocked and happy. The family gathered round to celebrate. It was like winning the Super Bowl when all the chips were down. Case closed. Ring found. Happy family. Happy Mark. Call Mark’s Detecting 518-677-0895.
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