August 3, 2025 Amanda’s mother was there when she needed help. She knew of TheRingFinders and specifically me and that I could and would help. A call came from Amanda and from our conversation I knew I had to help and respond fast to her situation. She was on the beach with a lost ring, one her goldsmith faience’ had made for her. My luck was with me as the loss had taken place on the dry sand section of a close by beach. A quick check of my van for all the equipment that would be best for this recovery was in order. On such a beautiful summer evening, my wife joined me in the trip to the beach.

Now here is were things get interesting. I pulled into a parking space and thought I saw Amanda, sitting in a large depression in the sand. I walked over and introduced myself, but to my surprise it was not Amanda it was Busra and she had been helping Amanda look for the lost ring. Come to find out Busra had lost her engagement ring in the process. (see my blog on what happened next).

As Busra and I were talking Amanda came from around a dune and we were off to find the ring I was called to locate. Amanda explained what had transpired since the she lost her TWO rings, not one. Both were handmade for her. We arrived at the area which some 30 people had helped in the search. One helper even went home and brought back a rake and raked the entire area that the rings may be in.

I started on one edge of the boxed area that had been raked. Pass one, nothing. ¾ along the second pass the first signal I got I knew I had a ring. But after the first scoop, I thought I missed the target and took a second scoop. I looking into the scoop and called Amanda over to retrieve her rings. She only took the bright gold ring from the scoop and with great enthusiasm showed the ring to the other on the beach. She than asked I could find her second ring. I pointed into my scoop, she came back, looked into the scoop and with tears in her eyes took the second silver ring out and put it on her finger.

A few tears and many hugs followed by pictures being taken. If you have not already read Bursa’s story, you will see that she has joined in with Amanda’s celebration of having her rings returned. I believe there will be a long friendship because of the losses and returns that occurred on the beach this evening.

July 23, 2025: Cyndy reported a ring was lost at Megansett Beach in North Falmouth. Her son-in-law had lost it along the water line about at high tide. Cyndy said “I could meet you any time on Friday.”
It was high tide when he lost it and he was in chest deep water at the time. The tide goes out far enough that at low tide it is only a few inches of water deep if that. It was inland of where the seaweed begins and between the rock jetty that runs perpendicular to the pier. I was happy with all the location information.

The story to this point:
As several people that loose a ring on the beach do, they borrowed a metal detector. Many of which can not handle the salty environment of a salt water beach, let alone to be waterproof so as not to destroy the electronics. And of course is the lack of experience in tuning and using a detector. Five hours of searching the search was called off and a call to TheRingFinders.com, and I received the call just as I was leaving my home with two other metal detectorists to search for another man’s wedding band. Plus there was one more ring lost at the far end of Cape Cod that I had on my list to go and find. Anyway it was not until the next morning’s low tide that I made my way to Buzzards Bay to meet up with Cyndy.

Friday morning and I was almost at the beach and a text came to me; “I’m here standing by the pier I have a black flowered dress on and I’ve saved you a place to park.” Sweet words this time of year with everyone wanting a parking space.

Boots on, detector and scoop in hand, my rings left with my wife and it is off to find a white gold wedding band. The band was lost as Zack was doing hand stands. Cyndy was watching and had the presence of mind to note the exact location on the beach where the ring slipped off her son-in-law’s finger.

Back to the hunt:
I was shown the rocks, seashells that looked a lot like the ring, and the seaweed which was to the outer most point the handstands were made. About eight swings later and an iffy signal was heard as the coil passed over the bottom of the beach’s slope. It took two shallow digs after not seeing the ring until I tilted it to eject some of the shells. As I did, one shell was hiding the ring and both Cyndy and I saw the ring heading back into the water. A third scoop and with much more caution I captured the ring and gave it to Cyndy. Lots of Thanks, a picture of the ring and a promise to have Zack send me a picture of Smiles when he received it half way across America.
And he did.