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Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Grass On The Eastern Promenade, In Portland Maine Found With A Metal Detector

novembre 9th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 A MOTHER’S JOY TURNED INTO A SUNSET NIGHTMARE! 😱💍

It was a picture-perfect late August afternoon on the Eastern Promenade in Portland, Maine—the kind of day where the breeze off Casco Bay carries the faint scent of salt and the sun still holds the warm brilliance of peak summer. 🌊☀️

Keisha and her young son, Malachi, had been enjoying the day at the children’s playground. They began walking up toward intown Portland, moving along the upper half of the grass closer to the street, just before the crosswalk. Directly below them sat the large parking lot. 🌲

They were wrapped up in a high-stakes game of tag, their laughter ringing out across the hillside. But in a split second, a joyful afternoon spiraled into a mother’s worst nightmare. 🏃‍♂️💨

As Keisha reached out to tag Malachi, her hand caught on his clothing. In one fluid, devastating motion, she felt her gold wedding ring tugged cleanly off her finger. It vanished instantly into the dense, green grass. 💔

🕵️‍♂️ THE SEARCH AND THE SAVIOR
• The Desperate Search: Mother and son dropped to their knees, combing through countless blades of grass on that upper slope, but the glint of gold was nowhere to be found. 🔍
• The Heavy Drive Home: Defeated and heartbroken, Keisha made the drive back home to Westbrook, Maine convinced her most cherished symbol of love was gone forever. 🚗😔
• A Beacon of Hope: While recounting the heartbreaking afternoon to her neighbor, the neighbor mentioned a group that specializes in miracles: The Ring Finders of Maine. ✨
• The Call for Help: Keisha looked up our Facebook page, saw the track record of successful recoveries, and immediately dialed my number, her voice trembling with emotion as she explained the situation. 📞

⏱️ RACING AGAINST THE CLOCK
Knowing that time is the enemy when a valuable ring is lost in a highly trafficked public park, I asked Keisha a series of detailed questions. By mapping out exactly where they had been walking between the playground and the crosswalk, I was able to lock down a precise search zone on that upper patch of grass. 🗺️

We initially made plans to meet up at the Eastern Prom the very next day, but unfortunately, Keisha had to work. Because a gold wedding ring is a high-priority target—and you never know when a passerby might look down, spot the glint of gold, and slip it into their pocket—I didn’t want to wait. ⏳

Confident that we had the correct area mapped out, I told her I would head out alone. I assured her that if I came up empty-handed on my own, I could always meet up with her later when she was free so she could pinpoint the exact patch of grass.
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CLEARING THE HURDLES
Before I could even load up my gear, there was one major hurdle to clear: metal detecting on the Eastern Prom is strictly forbidden and against city ordinances. Knowing the rules, I immediately called the Portland Maine Police Department to explain the situation. Because the ring had just been lost in the grass the day before, it wasn’t buried in the soil—meaning no digging would be required. 🎯

After assuring the officers that I wouldn’t be turning over a single piece of sod, they generously granted me permission to conduct the search. This is now the third or fourth time the Portland Police have understood my mission and stepped up to help me help others within the City of Portland. Thank you so much to the PPD for your incredible community support! 🙌👮‍♂️

The next day, I arrived at the Prom. It was another absolutely picture-perfect Maine day, but I didn’t have a single second to sit back and enjoy the view. I was on a mission, and I had a gold wedding ring to find. 🕵️‍♂️
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EXECUTING THE GRID
The search area was fairly large, but with decades of experience under my belt, I knew I could systematically cover it within an hour or two. I mapped out a definitive battle plan. Firing up my detector, I decided to start the grid search right at the playground and head east, parallel along the street. 🧭

My strategy was to travel half the width of the area towards the crosswalk, and then turn back to the west, sweeping back toward the playground. I would lock into this tight, unyielding back-and-forth pattern, working my way step-by-step down the hillside. If that first half didn’t produce the ring, I had already decided I would immediately transition to the remaining lower half of the search area, all the way down to the crosswalk line. No random jumping around, no gaps left behind. 🔁

With the plan firmly in place, it was time to put the headphones on, swing the coil, and go find a wedding ring! 🎧

🔔 THE SWEET TONE OF SUCCESS
Because the Eastern Promenade has been a heavily used public park for well over 100 years, my metal detector was going crazy. It was picking up all kinds of historical targets and modern trash buried deep beneath the surface. However, because I knew the ring was sitting freshly on top of the soil and digging wasn’t permitted anyway, I ignored the deep signals and kept moving right along at a steady, efficient pace. 🏃‍♂️

At about the 35-minute mark, it happened. My headphones filled with that unmistakable, beautifully sweet low tone. It’s the exact target response that could be gold—or a foil wrapper, or an aluminum pull tab. But in this line of work, you investigate every single one! 👀

As I slowly moved the coil back over the grass, a tiny glint of yellow caught my eye in the sunlight. I knelt down, carefully parted the thick blades of grass, and there it was, nestled perfectly in the green. I had found Keisha’s wedding ring! YES!!!! 🎉🥳💍

❤️ THE JOYFUL REUNION
I immediately called Keisha to deliver the incredible news, but it went straight to voicemail because she was hard at work. I packed up my gear and started the drive home. Just as I was pulling into my driveway, my phone lit up—it was Keisha calling back on her lunch break. The moment I told her the ring was safe, I could hear the sheer, overwhelming excitement and relief flooding through her voice! 😭🙏

Since she was tied up with work, we made arrangements to meet up the following evening. I was already planning to be in the Westbrook area on my way back from visiting family in Windham, Maine, so the timing was absolutely perfect. 🚗

The next evening, we met up in Westbrook, and Keisha was absolutely over the moon to finally have her wedding ring back where it belonged. After a warm hug from Keisha and a celebratory high five with Malachi, she admitted to me just how heavily the loss had weighed on her, confessing she had been having a terrible time sleeping knowing her ring was out there lost in the elements. 🥺

Suddenly, the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders. Keisha would be sleeping great tonight, and young Malachi would be dreaming of playing tag with his mother once again. 🛌💤💖

Another ring back on the finger where it belongs.

WE LOVE OUR JOBS. IT’S THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD! 🌍❤️

If you or someone you know loses a ring or a sentimental valuable, don’t wait! ⏰
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Heirloom Gold Bracelet Lost In The Ocean Surf At Scarborough Beach State Park, Maine, Found With A Metal Detector

novembre 6th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓! 🚨

When I saw « Heirloom Gold Bracelet » pop up on my phone, I knew there was no time to waste. Little did I know, this search would take me to a beach that had just made headlines for a wild Great White Shark encounter exactly three weeks prior!

Here is the text I received from Jesse:
« 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓… 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕… 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰’𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒚.. »

I immediately called Jesse to skip the back-and-forth texting. That’s when I learned this was a 5-day-old cold case. His wife, Waterfall, had been boogie boarding around high tide while on vacation from the Berkshires, Massachusetts. They had searched the sand empty-handed multiple times before heading back home, heartbroken. High tide surf is the perfect recipe for losing jewelry, and after five days of shifting Atlantic tides, the odds were heavily stacked against us.

🦈 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝

The next morning, I headed out and checked in with Greg Wilfert, the longtime Park Manager and Director at Scarborough Beach State Park, a truly beautiful beach in the Town of Scarborough, Maine. Greg and his team are fantastic about referring beachgoers to me whenever a sentimental item is lost.

Greg is a true legend, wrapping up 55 consecutive years of lifeguard service. But just three weeks to the day before I arrived, he was dragged 5 to 6 feet underwater when a great white shark 🦈 clamped onto his rescue torpedo buoy! Seeing him safe and sound was the perfect inspiration to kick off a tough hunt. I shot a quick beach layout video for Jesse to confirm the area, fired up my detector, and started swinging.

⚡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

With the tide actively pushing back in, my search window was incredibly tight. I grid-searched from the low tide line horizontally toward the shore. For nearly an hour, nothing. Then, my Minelab Manticore gave a low, scratchy tone—registering a Target ID (TID) of just 07. Right next to it, another low tone erupted.

Usually, a 07 TID is just shredded aluminum foil, but ultra-fine gold chains fall into this exact range. I took a scoop from the first hole and uncovered a very delicate gold chain—honestly too small to be a bracelet. I swung over the second hole right next to it, took another scoop, and pulled out a second gold chain.

When I laid them out, the mystery solved itself. The powerful Scarborough surf hadn’t just pulled the heirloom off Waterfall’s wrist—it had torn it completely into two separate pieces!

📹 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

To surprise Jesse, I recorded a live video (the one I released last night on this page). I filmed the grid lines, kept the lens off myself, and said into the mic: « I will be leaving now because I just found it. » At that exact second, I panned the camera straight to the holes, showing the two pieces of gleaming gold still resting in the sand.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝? 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 The Ring Finders of Maine 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞!

About three hours later, Jesse called back after seeing the clip at work. He was completely stunned, thrilled, and couldn’t wait to tell Waterfall!

❤️ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 & 𝐀 𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Because they live four hours away and work busy schedules, I offered to ship it, but they insisted on retrieving it in person. Three weeks later, they made the drive back to Maine and met Cheryl and me at our Saco home.

Waterfall and Jesse were absolutely beaming to have her mother’s bracelet back where it belongs. Hugs, handshakes, and smiles were the order of the day! Waterfall told me her mother had the custom bracelet made and passed it down to her because she knew how much she loved it. Waterfall hadn’t taken it off once until the surf claimed it a month earlier. She plans to have the original designer repair it when she can visit her hometown area again.

Then, they completely caught Cheryl and me off guard. Waterfall surprised us with a DELICIOUS BLUEBERRY PIE. YUMMY!!! 🥧 It was such a genuine gesture. I told them it wasn’t necessary, but they insisted, and my stomach won out as I accepted their beautiful gift!

𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨.

« 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬! » 🧲🌊✨

🍁 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍! 🍂

Now that water season is done, the focus shifts to fall cleanup, yard work, and prepping for winter. Slipping a ring off a cold finger while raking leaves or pulling off a work glove is incredibly common.

But don’t panic! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 are on duty year-round. We can locate your lost jewelry, keys, or valuables hidden deep in lawn grass, piles of leaves, and even winter snow.
If you lose something on your property, do not disturb the area (avoid raking or blowing leaves over the spot) and contact us immediately. Time is of the essence!

📞 Contact Dennis ASAP: ⁨(207) 423-3027⁩

« 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬! » 🧲❄️✨

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Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Sand on Drake’s Island Beach, Found With A Metal Detector In Wells, Maine

novembre 3rd, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟔𝟎+ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒! 🚨

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒: You feel your wedding ring slip. You watch it shoot like a rocket straight into the soft, dry beach sand. In a split second, it completely vanishes. 😱 What would you do? Drop a comment below if you’ve ever lost something precious in the sand! 👇

That is exactly the nightmare Dave faced on Drakes Island Beach in Wells Maine.

🏖️ 𝐀 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

It was the end of a perfect 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲. Dave, his wife Leanne, and their friends Deb and Kenny had spent the day soaking up the sun and enjoying the holiday. But as the sun began to set and the group started packing up, disaster struck. Dave was wrestling with two large beach umbrellas, pulling them out of the deep sand. As he tugged, his Tungsten wedding ring caught, slipped right off his finger, and shot off into the beach environment.

Dave felt the terrifying sensation of the metal leaving his skin. He knew it flew forward—somewhere in front of him—but they were high up in the dry sand, nowhere near the ocean water. The loose, dry sand meant the ring instantly buried itself the moment it landed, leaving absolutely no impact crater or trace behind. Just like that, a symbol of commitment was completely swallowed by the beach.

🛑 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞

Dave was quick to start searching, and the whole group immediately dropped to their knees. They painstakingly ran their fingers through the powdery sand, hoping for that metallic touch, but had no luck. As darkness fell, the four of them left the beach dejected, but not defeated.

They all came back the next day, and this time they brought backup: rakes. They spent hours carefully sifting and running the rakes through the dry sand, but day two ended without Dave’s ring back on his finger.

By day three, the group was right back at the beach, searching once again. Dave and Leanne were desperate to find his wedding ring, but despite all their grueling effort, day three ended with the exact same result—no success.

It was at this point, later that evening, that Leanne heard about my services and 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝒑𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅!). She explained that they had been searching relentlessly for three days. Even though the beach had refused to give it up so far, they felt deep down that the wedding ring was still out there, and they wanted to do everything humanly possible to find it.

⏱️ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌

So on Thursday morning—now more than 60 long hours after Dave’s wedding ring was swallowed up by the sand—we met promptly at 8:00 AM.

The dedication of this group was unmatched; all four of them were there waiting for me. They walked me down the beach to the location, confident in their bearings. They had memorized the exact spot by using a specific landmark: a distinct rock on the nearby jetty.

Before turning on the machine, I had Dave reenact the entire scene. I needed to see his exact body positioning and the direction he was facing while he wrestled those umbrellas down. The group was convinced the ring would be fairly close to where Dave had been standing when it launched off his finger.

With the layout of the land clear, I formulated a game plan. I decided to perform a meticulous grid search running parallel with the jetty, rather than the water line. Tracking this way allowed me to easily keep my eye on their landmark rock and stay perfectly oriented. I mapped out the starting point just a few feet behind the spot where Dave had been standing, planning to sweep east to west, heading directly towards the jetty.

With the grid established, it was time. Let’s go find a ring. 🧭

🔍 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝

But Drakes Island, Maine wasn’t giving up its secrets easily. The sand was clean, offering very few targets. After making a few systematic grid passes, my machine had only beeped three times—and all three targets turned out to be nothing but trash.

As I completed a few more grid passes, I could feel the tension rising. The group was getting incredibly nervous. They truly believed the ring should have been in the exact area I had already cleanly passed through. You could see the unspoken fear in their eyes: Had another metal detectorist already walked by and found it over the last three days?

Sensing their anxiety, I stopped to reassure them. I explained my process and why staying the course mattered. I don’t like breaking a grid pattern once started. I need to know exactly where I have searched and where I haven’t. Jumping from one area to another is simply not efficient, and it risks missing the target entirely.

I let the group know the plan: I was going to finish this current grid pattern all the way to the rocks of the jetty. If the wedding ring still hadn’t been found by then, we would methodically expand the grid to the north, east, and west, keeping the exact same discipline until we covered every possible inch.

⚡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝟕 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥!

I turned back to the grid and kept swinging. I was now entirely outside the group’s predicted « highest probability » zone and rapidly approaching the rocky edge of the jetty.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 💥

A loud, beautiful mid-tone erupted from my Minelab Manticore. I looked down at the screen, and the Target Identification (TID) locked onto a steady 47—a textbook conductivity number for tungsten.

The group held their breath as I pulled out my pinpointer to narrow down the target in the loose sand. I dug into the spot, shifted the dry grains away, and there it was: a perfect, heavy tungsten wedding ring. Dave’s ring. 💍

🏆 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 & 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Dave and the group immediately broke into thunderous applause and yells of pure disbelief! 🥳 High-fives, handshakes, and relieved hugs ensued, but the group was still completely stunned by how far away the ring actually was from where they thought it would be. « 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫? » they wondered.

I pointed out a very high probability: they had likely dragged the ring outside of their search area themselves when they were using the rakes. I shared one of the golden rules of losing an item on the beach: Do not disturb the area. Raking, digging blindly, or kicking the sand can accidentally move a target yards away from its original landing zone. We’ll never know for sure if that’s exactly how it traveled, but it was a great reminder of why structured grid discipline works!

With the mystery solved, everyone stood around laughing, smiling, and celebrating the wild ordeal. Leanne then playfully chimed in, reminding Dave that she had previously told him to get that ring resized. Dave laughed and reassured her that he absolutely would now! 😂

Another precious wedding ring is back on the finger where it belongs.

I truly have the best job in the world. I love my job! ❤️

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬!

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Sentimental White Gold Mother’s Ring Lost In The Water At Sebago Lake, Windham, Maine Found With A Metal Detector

octobre 30th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄! 💍😭
Imagine receiving the perfect Mother’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 ❤️ to show Michelle some support, and share this post—you never know who might need a reminder to double-check their pockets this summer!

🌊 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝

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 it’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 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 representing her three children’s birth months.

The beautiful white gold ring featured three stones—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.

🏊‍♂️ 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

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 water—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 piece—the beautiful white gold Mother’s Day ring—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.

📅 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭

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 boulders—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.

🚗 𝐓𝐡𝐞 « 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 »

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 don’t like it one bit when we don’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…

📉 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 & 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Fast forward to late August. Gary and I were driving home from a successful recovery on « The Sandbar » at 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞. As we passed the gated community where there was still a missing 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 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 significantly—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.

🔍 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝 (𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!)

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.

🔔 𝐓𝐡𝐞 « 𝐅𝐨𝐢𝐥 » 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥

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!!!

💎 💎 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲!
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.

😭 💎 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

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, « 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭? »

Michelle’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 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞, 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 « 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 » but on a « 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐞! » 🏆🚗💨

❤️ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐖𝐞 𝐃𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐃𝐨

Another ring back on the finger, right where it belongs. 𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒! It really is the best job in the world.

Remember: 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒. 🙏✨

🍂 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝! ❄️

Now that the summer and water seasons are over, you might think a lost ring is gone for good—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:
• 🍁 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬
• 🌱 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬
• ❄️ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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.

📞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏 𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟕-𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕 and let us bring your treasure home!

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐𝟓 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝—𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

📹 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

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.

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Sentimental Heirloom Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Goose Rocks Beach, Kennebunkport, Maine Sand And Found With A Metal Detector

octobre 29th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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💨💍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇! 😱👇

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 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 in Kennebunkport Maine for what was supposed to be a relaxing morning.

Before they could even unpack a single beach chair, disaster struck. ☀️🏖️

As the family unpacked, Tyler did what any good dad does—he grabbed the sun protection to start lathering up himself and the kids. Knowing that sunscreen and jewelry don’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. 💨💍

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.

That’s when Tyler reached out to me. 📞🚨

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.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ❤️🕊️

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. It’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 for—a very nice, solid low tone with a TID of 28. That number is definitely in the gold range! 🚨✨

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 gold—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, « 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐲! » right as his older brother yells at the top of his lungs, « 𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓. 𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆! » 🥳🙌👦👦

(𝑰 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅! 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕-𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔’ 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆! 🎬👇) »

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! 🖐️✨

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. 🤝❤️

With this irreplaceable piece of family history safely recovered, Tyler and his family could finally start their beach day—this time with an incredible story to share for generations.

𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬! ❤️

🍁❄️ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆! 🔍👇
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:

* 🍁 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬
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* ❄️ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫!!!

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! 📞🚨

𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬! ❤️

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Oura Ring Lost In The Sand, Found In Ocean Park, Maine With A Metal Detector

octobre 28th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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💍 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 90 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑺! 😲

❤️ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬

“𝑰𝒇 𝑰𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑰𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑼𝒔!”

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📱 𝘼 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀-𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘼 𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂

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 ŌURA 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 ring—it was a meaningful gift from someone she loved.

She wrote:

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.”

❤️ Julia, let me tell you something!

𝙄𝙏 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉’𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙉 𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙈 𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙃. 𝙄𝙁 𝙄𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙄𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙐𝙎!

💡 For those unfamiliar with an Oura Ring, it’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 Gooch’s Beach, near Kennebunkport Maine to search for another Oura Ring that had been lost while surfing three weeks earlier!

Unfortunately, we couldn’t find that ring. Gary Hill and I then headed to Ocean Park to meet Julia.

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🏖️ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗦!

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 “Towel Line.”

On a hot summer day, this is one of the most sought-after spots on the beach!

The search area was only about 65–75 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 10–15 minutes.

We had no idea how quickly this search would end!

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😲 “𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙄𝘼, 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀!”

We had barely started swinging our detectors when Gary suddenly yelled over to us:

“𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙄𝘼, 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀!”

There was a little excitement in his voice.

My first thought?

𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗬!!!

We hadn’t been searching for more than 90 SECONDS!

Julia and I hurried over to Gary.

There he stood, wearing that familiar sly smile! 😏

He pointed down at the sand, and there it was!

About one-quarter of Julia’s little Oura Ring was sticking out of the sand, right where she had been sitting along the Towel Line!

💍 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗!

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🎯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑪 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 02!

Gary told us he’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.

That’s why we always check 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑻𝑰𝑫!

You never know what that next signal might turn out to be. Ignore those low numbers, and you could miss something important!

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❤️ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗢𝗕

Julia immediately picked up her ring and gave Gary and me both a 𝑩𝑰𝑮 𝑯𝑼𝑮, thanking us for finding her birthday present!

As she walked away, she was beaming from ear to ear. 😊

Gary and I talked about finding our very first Oura Ring, but more importantly, we talked about why we do what we do.

This wasn’t an expensive engagement ring. It was a birthday present from a family member, and it meant the world to Julia.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓!

We have the best job in the world. We love helping people recover things they thought were gone forever.

Sometimes it’s an expensive diamond ring. Sometimes it’s a simple piece of jewelry. And sometimes it’s a little smart ring with tremendous sentimental value.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌. 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐓. ❤️

Julia, we’re so happy we could get your birthday present back on your finger!

👏 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄!

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📢 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓? 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏!

🏖️ Beach season may be over, but 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆!

💍 Rings lost in grass and lawns

🍂 Jewelry hidden beneath fallen leaves

❄️ Rings lost in snow

🌊 Items lost in lakes, rivers, and coastal waters

🔑 Keys, key fobs, phones, property pins, and more!

⏰ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄! Don’t assume your lost item is gone forever. The sooner you contact us, the better!

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“𝐼𝑓 𝐼𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝐼𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑈𝑠!”

💍 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝐼𝑡, 𝑊𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑡!💍

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Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Atlantic Ocean Surf Water, Found With A Metal Detector In Ocean Park, Maine

octobre 27th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

Contact:

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🚨 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀! 🧭⚡

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:

« 𝑯𝒊, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 603-𝑿𝑿𝑿-𝑿𝑿𝑿𝑿 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒚𝒆. »

No descriptions. No locations. Just a 𝟔𝟎𝟑 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞—meaning our caller was reaching out from New Hampshire, but likely lost their treasure while visiting our 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.
Behind every short message like this is a heart-stopping moment. I dialed the number back immediately, and a man named 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 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 fun—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. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 🌀💔

The cold water had likely shrunk his fingers just enough for the heavy band to slip off. To make matters worse, it happened at 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞. 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 setup—their umbrella and chairs—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?
« 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, » 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: « 𝐘𝐞𝐬. »

But then, I had to ask—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 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫! 💍🏖️

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 thing—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! 📱📍

With a proven game plan locked in, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 loaded up the heavy-duty gear, packed it all into « 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞, » and hit the road, tearing toward Ocean Park, Maine . The pressure was on, the tide was right, and the hunt was officially ON! 🚗⚡

🌅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

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! 🧭🌾

📍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

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 plunge—estimating it to be roughly a 75′ X 75′ area of wet sand.
Instead of swinging blindly, I asked for the 𝐆𝐏𝐒 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 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 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. It was time to clear the zone, strip by strip. 🗺️🔍

🎧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

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. 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨.
I glanced down at the screen. 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤-𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝟒𝟕 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐓𝐈𝐃) 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… 🏖️🎥👀

💍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

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 hole—silence. Then, I swung the coil over the fresh pile of sand on the surface. 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏! 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏! 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏! 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.
« 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞? »
Nick’s face lit up with absolute awe. The stress of the last few hours completely vanished in a second.
« 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫! » 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. 💥🙌

🎉 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!

Nick raised his arm, locking his hand around the recovered wedding ring, and lifted it high above his head in pure triumph! 🏆🙌

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 smiling—and smiling big—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! 🥂🏖️✨

It is moments exactly like this—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 treasure—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!

𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛, and we love being able to bring this kind of happiness back to people. And I’ll carry these exact sentiments—knowing how much we adore this calling and living by the heartbeat that 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒—right alongside me in all our future adventures! ❤️🧭

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

octobre 26th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🌍📱 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄? 📱🌍

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. 😮

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 ! 👇👇👇

📱🌊 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄! 🌊📱

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 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚. Dominyka explained to me that she and her tight-knit family rely heavily on Life360 —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 wasn’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 deeper—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 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞 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 details—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 friend’s phone. Her sister confirmed that the phone’s location hadn’t changed on the Life360 app, and incredibly, it still had a charge!

That’s when a lightbulb went off. I asked Dominyka if her sister could 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐆𝐏𝐒 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 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 sister—all the way back in Lithuania—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. 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!!!

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 Dominyka’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, « 𝑾𝑶𝑾, 𝒀𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝒀, 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀! »
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 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 the phone.

Then came the best part. Dominyka gave me a massive hug, thanking me over and over. « 𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, »
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.

🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑? 🚨

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

💡 𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒:
𝐆𝐏𝐒 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬! If you lose an item, stand right in the exact spot you think it was lost and take a photograph facing a prominent landmark—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: « 𝑰𝒇 𝑰𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑰𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑼𝒔. »

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲: 𝟐𝟎𝟕-𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕

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Key Fob Lost In The Sand at Pine Point Beach, Scarborough, Maine. Found With A Metal Detector

octobre 24th, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🚨 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 & 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇! 🚨

« 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅. » 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆’𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉.

🚨 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐆! 🚨

The thick, heavy fog was rolling in across 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, swallowing the coastline in a damp, gray mist. Gary Hill had just successfully recovered Sean’s lost wedding ring—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!)

🔍 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 🔍

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 change—just swinging the detectors for fun without the pressure of a targeted search.

That’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:

💬 « 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐞? »

Without wasting a second, I replied: « 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? »

📱 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 📱

A few minutes later, my phone rang. On the other end was a loyal follower of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 who happened to be at a Yoga on the Beach session down at Pine Point Beach in the 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.

« 𝐇𝐢, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, » 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 night—right up until the moment they decided to leave.

💔 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 💔

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.

🚗 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 🚗

I listened to his story and smiled. I told Jake he was in serious luck—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.

🛌 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 🛌

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 off—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.

⚡ 𝟓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐯𝐬. 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ⚡

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 our 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 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 metals—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.

🤫 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓… 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍! 🤫

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.

« 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭? » I asked with a grin.

With a massive, relieved smile, Jake replied, « 𝐘𝐮𝐩. »

🧘‍♂️ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐆𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒! 🧘‍♂️

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 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 sigh of relief.

« 𝐖𝐎𝐖!!! » he breathed. « 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭. »

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓??? 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒!!!

𝐖𝐎𝐖 is right! Jake had spent ten agonizing hours searching through the pitch-black night and the heavy morning fog without luck.

🚫 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 🚫

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 don’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.

💸 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋! 💸

Since we only charge a transportation fee, calling 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 is actually less expensive than renting or buying a metal detector yourself!

Plus, we bring close to 𝟓𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 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, « 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. »

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐛! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!

🔍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒? 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒! 🔍

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 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞?

✨ 𝟓𝟎 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: We know exactly how to tune our top-of-the-line gear for your specific item.

✨ 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: We work on a reward basis and only charge a basic transportation fee.

✨ 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟: 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.

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟕-𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕 and ask for Dennis to get a recovery specialist on the way immediately, or send us a direct message right here on Facebook!

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

octobre 22nd, 2026 by Dennis Boothby
from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

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🌊𝐀 𝟕𝟕-𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇! 🌊

« 𝑯𝒊, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝑶𝑶𝑩 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 3 𝒑𝒎 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉. 𝑾𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒚’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 »

It was an early afternoon on 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 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:

« 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕. »

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.

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 💔

The afternoon before, Sean had been enjoying a beautiful Maine day at 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, throwing a football around with a friend in the surf near the Oob Pier 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 feeling—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 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, who wore it proudly for 𝟓𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 before passing away in 2006. Inside the band, it held a beautifully aged inscription of his grandparents’ initials and their wedding date: 𝟗-𝟏𝟎-𝟒𝟗.

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 date—𝟓-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟒 —inscribed right next to his grandparents’, matching the exact original script style.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝟕𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐎𝐖. 😭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⏱️

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 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌 to catch a 𝟓:𝟒𝟕 𝐀𝐌 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞.

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 Pier 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…

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐠 🌫️

When 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 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 zone—and because time was at a serious premium—strategy was everything.

• 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝: 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.

• 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐝: 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.

« 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓! » 🤯

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,

« 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓! »

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?!

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.

𝟗-𝟏𝟎-𝟒𝟗. 𝟓-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟒.

𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡! 💍🙌

Gary had found the ring in just 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝟑 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 and only 𝟐𝟓 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 into his grid search. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘!!! 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.

(𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 — 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓! 𝐆𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭!) 🎥👇

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 possible—all while quietly praying I didn’t accidentally wake him up right then and there!

𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 🚗

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 rang—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 at 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.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧… 😂

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,

« 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞? »

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

« 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲! »

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.

𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒! ❤️

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅? 🏖️

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭—𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

📞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 (𝟐𝟎𝟕) 𝟒𝟐𝟑-𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟕

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