Recovering a Precious Family Heirloom on a Rainy Day
I received a call from Donna, who was understandably distressed after an afternoon of backyard fun turned into a moment of loss. Her grandson had been playing badminton in the backyard, and when the game ended, he realized that his ring was missing. This wasn’t just any ring; it was a cherished family heirloom, passed down to him from his father, making it irreplaceable and deeply sentimental.
Knowing how much this ring meant to Donna and her family, I didn’t hesitate to offer my help. The day was rainy, which added another layer of difficulty to the search, but I was determined to recover this important piece of family history.
Upon arriving at Donna’s home, I quickly assessed the backyard. Despite the rain and wet conditions, I began methodically searching the area. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before my detector signaled a hit. Just 25 minutes into the search, I spotted the ring, partially hidden in the damp grass.
The relief and joy on Donna’s face when I handed her the ring made the rainy day search more than worth it. Moments like these remind me of the importance of what I do—recovering not just objects, but the memories and connections they represent.
Thank you, Donna, for trusting me with this precious find. It was an honor to help bring back something so meaningful to your family. If anyone else finds themselves in a similar situation, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’m here to help reunite you with those special items that carry so much history and love.












I received a call from Jimmy who had lost his wedding ring at dusk while walking the dog in his backyard. I arrived at his house the next day. He said he had searched all over for it but was unable to find it. After asking him multiple questions, he lead me to the area where he thought he lost it. I thought that this would be fairly easy as it had to be on top and he owned a new modern house, but after listening to the ground for a few minutes I knew that something was not right as there were hundreds of signals…all in the gold range. He revealed to me that there used to be a mechanic shop of some kind right there. Suddenly things were not so easy. I combed the area for over an hour closely watching the depth meter. I was beginning to really wonder if I could find this ring, but I had told him I would not give up. Finally I got the shallow signal I was waiting for. I combed through the grass with my hands, and there it was already settling into the roots, completely invisible to the eye. Jimmy was thrilled as was I. What a relief! A happy ending all round.
