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.
The night prior to Carries phone call, her son and some friends were over in Seaside Height NJ, on a small but well-known beach they call Sunset Beach. The were messing around like all teenage kids do, when his chain broke and his cherished cross went missing. It was pretty dark that night, but that did not deter their search efforts. Unfortunately they came up empty handed. They returned the following morning and again had no luck. The cross and location were posted on one of the local Facebook pages, where Carrie grabbed my number and called to set up the recovery. She gave me exact details of where the chain had broken, and within minutes, the cross was in my scoop. I immediately called Carrie, and we agreed to meet down the road in about 15 minutes. Another fantastic recovery of a cherished keepsake in the books.
The night prior to Carries phone call, her son and some friends were over in Seaside Height NJ, on a small but well-known beach they call Sunset Beach. The were messing around like all teenage kids do, when his chain broke and his cherished cross went missing. It was pretty dark that night, but that did not deter their search efforts. Unfortunately they came up empty handed. They returned the following morning and again had no luck. The cross and location were posted on one of the local Facebook pages, where Carrie grabbed my number and called to set up the recovery. She gave me exact details of where the chain had broken, and within minutes, the cross was in my scoop. I immediately called Carrie, and we agreed to meet down the road in about 15 minutes. Another fantastic recovery of a cherished keepsake in the books.
It was another fantastic day in New Jersey so Denise and her family decided to pack up and head to the beach. Denise’s nephew loves the beach, especially flying kites when the wind is just right. Prior to flying the kite, she removed her necklace and engagement ring. Denise slipped the necklace through her ring and secured the clasp, then placed them both in her top pocket for safe keeping. They both had ran all over the soft white sand, almost covering the entire block, well about 2/3 of it anyhow. It was later on when she looked in the pocket and , OH NO, both were missing. Everyone searched the area for quite some time when they decided a metal detector was needed. They headed down to the local store and purchased one, figuring the necklace would soon be located. Well, unfortunately that did not work, so they decided to call in a professional. Once I arrived and got all the details, I covered the entire area where they were flying the kite, figuring that was the most likely area they would have fallen out of her top pocket. With nothing to show for my effort, we decided the next most traveled area was the top of the tide line, and down a bit to the low tide mark. After a few passes, I asked them to move back a little, and sure enough, very close to the chairs, was the spot my metal detector sniffed out the ring and necklace. Everyone was totally amazed, and the best I can figure, either the necklace never made it into her top pocket, or coincidently it fell out right in the area they had set up the chairs and stuff. Regardless another happy ending !!!!
