July 31, 2025 On the 29th I received a call from Kyle requesting help in finding his ring. He had seen it drop off his finger into the water of Cape Cod Bay. A description was received in a text: “Beveled gold ring with “always” engraved on the inside.” Unfortunately I was out looking for another’s lost wedding band and would not be able to help until the next morning’s tide. We passed a couple of pin marks on a map and I was ready for a search in the morning.

I searched the marked out area for a couple of hours in the morning and not finding the ring, I would go back for the evening tide. The evening’s search in an enlarger area did not produce the ring either. A few more texts and a new picture of the area showed the ring might be a bit further west than I had been searching. Then the question came from Kyle…”Do you know what time you might look again? I would love to come meet you if possible.” Of course. I, for some reason, assumed Kyle was not on the Cape when we were texting. I was wrong. So we set the time for 6:30PM, just before low tide.

It is always best to have the person who lost the object to be at the search sight so they may answer questions about the loss and stand in the area they thought the loss occurred. Most times the area is not where map pin marks are given, some times only off by a few feet and once a wife was actually standing on the ring. On another occasion a large rock had been put on top of the lost ring. On a third case; scattered coins were only off by the difference in tide height of when the ring was lost and where the coins were dropped.

We met at the beach and I lined up using the photos which I learned were taken that morning, not two days ago when the ring was lost. A comment on buying a replacement ring was made. Briana sharply replied to with “The ONE and ONLY Ring” is in the water, no replacement ring will do! The more I searched the more I was told “further out”, “closer in”, further west maybe to the east. None of the area adjustments put me on top of the ring, not even the area were Kyle came into the water and stood were he “lost the ring”. I went back to the shore line again, asking for more information. Well maybe a bit more west, but not that far out. OK, I turned and without taking a step, swug the detector and got the best signal I had heard all day. I took the headphones off so Briana could hear what I was listening for. Then I took one scoop, and you bet…The Ring was in my scoop.

Nothing out of the ordinary transpired on the way back to the car. Pictures a few tidbits about The Ring and lastly, many thanks, a hug, and a couple of ideas of how not to loose a ring at the beach were discussed. A good bye and we were all off for an evening of sleep without the worry if “The One and Only Ring” would ever be seen again.