Finders Category | Page 9 of 501 | The Ring Finders

There comes a time in every man’s life when the ones he loves grow old and pass away.  For Glenn, his grandfather was that person and he had passed away a few years ago. As Glenns Aunt was going through Glenn’s grandpa’s things, she came across his wedding ring and knew that Glenn would cherish it and wear it daily. On Monday Glenn had just received this ring as a gift from his aunt and was wearing it proudly as he worked with his father on their cattle ranch. Helping his dad with chores on Monday, took Glenn all around the pasture and by the hay bales. There were gates to open, and troughs to fill. The netting on the hay bale had to be wrapped up and the bales had to be loaded onto the tractor. As the tasks got completed, Glenn ducked behind a stack of pallets to get out of the frigid north wind. He could feel the blood slowing down in his ice-cold fingers but smiled a little as he looked at his grandpa’s ring. As Glenn made his way out from behind the pallets the last of the hay bales were loaded and dropped off. Glenn was slowly losing feeling in his hands as he felt another feeling, that new ring he was wearing was gone. The panic took over the cold feeling, and he walked right back to the last place he was standing. There at the gate he recalled he had seen the ring. The search began and ended as the nighttime crept in with a frigid black blanket. The next day Glenns dad took to the internet to find a metal detector for Glenn. After scrolling down the pages looking at all the different web sites that popped up, he saw my face and profile on the internet. While at work, I got a call from Glenn, we made small talk about his circumstance and made plans for me to come out that afternoon. The family dogs greeted me as I got out of my car. The smell of hay and bovine wafted my way as I got my gear out of the back of my car. As all of my searches begin, I went over the events that Glenn thought lead to him losing his ring. As we walked around the outside of the pasture, I knew his ring wasn’t going to be found, the ground I was searching over was paved with three-inch rock. A large gold ring would sit proudly on top of all that stone. Nevertheless, I did my due diligence to search the rock covered area. The odd pieces of metal showed up under my coil now and again. Glenns dad was quick to point out the places I hadn’t searched, which led us to walking into the pasture. There was a hill that Glenns dad had placed a bale of hay, in fact it was the first bale of hay Glenn helped his dad uncover. As the three black angus cows moved away from the half-eaten bale, I gently swung my detector around. Moving from the top of the pile down I got a solid signal on the edge of the bale. The number 16 showed up on my screen, and I asked the question « What is that? », to which Glenn’s dad said, « there better not be any metal up here ». However, this was a bit of metal, and as I pinpointed and pulled back the hay, a large gold ring popped out of the pile. The yeehaw and pats on the backs accompanied the smile and laugher as the two happy cowboys stood on top of the huge pile of manure.

Golden hay or Golden rings which one would a cow eat