Received a call from a woman in Chicago that lost her small gold ring while working in her garden on her 10th anniversary. What I love about this job is I get the opportunity to meet the nicest people, today was no exception, hugs all around! Very thin ring but found it within 15 minutes.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
I got a text from a gentleman in Holly Springs who had been gardening and lost his wedding ring in the process. We made plans to get together the next morning and when I arrived, he showed me where he’d been putting in his new plants. Where we live, the native soil is clay-y and rocky. For that reason, he dug out a hole for the new plant, but only good (store-bought) soil went into the hole with the plant. The old, crummy soil was carried to a dirt pile in the back yard. I started in the front yard where he had been planting and absolutely scoured the area – no ring. I scanned the path from the front yard to the dirt pile, thinking it might have come off on the trip – no ring. I then started scanning the dirt pile and found the ring about 2″ down under some rocks. His 40th anniversary is right around the corner, so this was a particularly special recovery. Another happy ending!
Adam reached out to see if we could find his lost wedding band. Adam and his buddies were throwing a football in the surf zone. His ring slipped off at some point. He let us know of the general area to search. When I arrived at the beach, my buddy Matt was already there detecting, the south side. I asked him if he wanted to help with the recovery. We started gridding the area. A couple pull tabs, can slaw, and loose change was all we were finding. Then BOOM. Matt
hit it! Ring Recovered!
I was attending the Night Lights Lantern Festival at Cedar Lake Cellars in Wright City, Missouri in October 2025. There were about 1000 people there and we were in a very large grassy field. Because the weather was a little colder, the ring had slipped off my finger somewhere near where we were sitting that evening. Luckily, I took a few photos and was able to determine the exact GPS coordinates from apples map function from the photo. I was able to get permission from the winery personnel to search the property and sure enough you found the ring within 10 feet of where the GPS coordinates from the photo indicated. I was shocked and very very excited. that ring had been there all winter and spring and now it’s back in my possession. The ring was very special to me and still is and now it has more of a story. I can’t begin to thank you enough.
Walker and Lindsey were packing up their beach gear after a weekend getaway when they realized Walker had taken off his ring to swim in the ocean. Walker called me, and I was able to head his way right after we spoke. They agreed to stay a bit longer to help search the right area of the beach. Within seconds of scanning, my detector gave a loud signal. “I think this is it,” I said, as I pulled Walker’s gold wedding band from the dry.
I hope the delay was worth the result.
Safe travels home!
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Some recoveries begin long before the detector ever touches the ground.
This one started in the spring of 2026, when the local newspaper published an article about my work as a metal detectorist and RingFinder. I had no idea how far that story would travel — or who it would reach.
Just a few days later, I received a message from a man named Caj.
His words carried a mix of hesitation and hope. Fifteen years earlier — not fifteen days, not fifteen months — he had lost both his engagement ring and his wedding ring on a volleyball court. Two symbols of love, commitment, and a chapter of life that had long since passed… yet still mattered deeply.
He asked if I would be willing to come and search for them.
Of course I said yes. When something meaningful disappears, time doesn’t erase its value. I told him exactly that: “It doesn’t matter how long ago it happened. If the rings are still there, we’ll find them.”
My wife joined me once again, camera in hand, and we drove for just under an hour to meet him. When we arrived, Caj showed us the spot where he had taken off the rings and placed them on his bag before leaving the court. And then — in the rush of packing up — he forgot them. Somewhere between the sand and the parking area, they had slipped away.
Fifteen years of wondering. Fifteen years of not knowing.
I started on the volleyball court, sweeping every line, every corner. Nothing. Not a single promising signal. So we moved toward the parking area — the last stretch of ground the rings could have touched.
And then it happened.
A sharp, clean, unmistakable tone rang through the XP Deus.
One of those signals that makes your pulse jump before your hands even move.
I knelt down, brushed aside the gravel and dirt… and there it was.
The engagement ring. After fifteen years in the ground, waiting for someone to listen closely enough to hear its story.
The look on Caj’s face — the shock, the relief, the emotion — said everything.
In that moment, time folded in on itself. Fifteen years vanished. What was lost was found again.
And the search wasn’t over yet….
We had already found the engagement ring — but the mission wasn’t over.
One treasure still lay hidden: the wedding ring.
We kept searching along the same line, and suddenly a promising signal broke the silence. I pushed my shovel into the ground… but froze. The soil was rock‑hard, still locked in winter’s grip behind the building where the sun never reached. I looked at Caj and said quietly, “Well… what now?”
There was only one choice.
We agreed to return later — to free the ring that meant the world to him.
Weeks passed. Life moved on. But the ring waited.
After about three weeks I messaged Caj, asking if we should go back and finish what we started. He replied immediately: Let’s do it.
We met again at the place where the rings had vanished fifteen years earlier. We dug. Signals came and went — good ones, but not the one. I told him we needed to widen the search area, and we expanded it by about two meters.
And then it happened.
A sharp, clean, unmistakable tone rang out — the kind of signal that makes your heart jump because you know. I dropped to my knees, pinpointed the target, and carefully cleared the soil from the hole.
“Yes,” I said. “This is it.”
And then it appeared — rising from the earth after a decade and a half.
Caj looked at it, eyes wide, and confirmed it instantly.
The wedding ring.
Lost for 15 years.
Back in the light at last.
And just like that, our mission was complete.
