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.

July 18, 2025 It was on July 27, 2024 that I received a text requesting help finding a lost ring.

“Good morning! My son lost his wedding ban in the water on Smugglers Beach in South Yarmouth this past Sat. He was about waist high when he believes it must have slipped off. Is this something that could be found? It is a gold band and I think it was around 2pm that he lost the ring. Thank you! Jennifer (mother)“

As luck (good or bad) had it I agreed to help and arranged for myself and two other detectorists, Leighton and Jim) to go and search the next low tide. Well the water was quite rough and after a couple of hours in the water without results the search shifted to the dry sand again without good results. This could only mean one of two things. One, we did not pass our detectors’ coil over the ring or it was not there, unlikely in this case.

I went back to the area when the water calmed down on several occasions, never giving up hope it was still somewhere and could be found. It happened 51 weeks later when I was in the water chin deep when my detector alerted me of a metal object below its coil. One scoop and you bet, it was the ring sitting all alone at the bottom of my scoop. After a ¼ mile hike back to the parking area, putting on dry shoes I was on my way home to contact the owner.

A search of my records one had the original E-mail from Jennifer. I called her to verify that the ring was her son’s. “YES, I be right over, I live about a mile away” and she was. I handed over the ring with a promise to get a photo of her son with the ring for the Book of Smiles.

It was a really great day for Matt not only did he get his long lost wedding band back but a new addition to his family. It seems Matt was at the hospital waiting on the the arrival of his first son Arthur, aka Arty when I called his mother about finding the ring. Arty was named after his Mom’s Dad who passed when she was 2. And now his happy parents have the wedding band back and a lesson about never giving up to pass onto Arty. What a great way to have a wonderful day! Congratulations!