17 August 2025.  About three weeks ago I recovered a man’s wedding ring for Dave at a local private beach.  Dave had been referred to me by Bill, and today Bill gave me another call for help.  This time a guest, Maggie, had lost her diamond engagement and wedding rings, most likely at the same beach where Dave’s ring had fled his finger.  (Is there something about that beach that grabs rings off fingers?).  In any case he gave me Maggie’s phone number and I called her and left a message.  She called back within a short time and we met a half hour later to search for her rings.

Maggie explained that the rings had disappeared yesterday but she was not certain where they were lost.  She, her husband Jerry, and friends had searched the house where they were staying, with no result.  The remaining options were the yard, the walking route to the beach (a few hundred feet), and the dry beach sand.  Although she had gone into the water for a time, Maggie was certain that the rings were not on her finger when she entered the water.  After some Q&A and discussion, the dry beach sand appeared to be the best option for where to start the search.

I walked down to the beach with Maggie and Jerry, and when we arrived they described the relatively limited area where they thought they’d been sitting and where their activities were on the previous day.  There was a bit of a complication because other beach goers were on the spot where Maggie and Jerry surmised that they’d been sitting, but those folks were kind enough to let me ‘play through’ as I did several search swaths through the area.  There were some good signals but those invariably were from bottle caps (Corona is a popular one – they seem to ‘find your beach’) or aluminum pop tops (you know, the ones people insist on wresting from the top of a can so they can throw them in the sand); both of these can give a signal close to that of a gold ring.

As I finished covering that prime search area Jerry came over and proposed that they may have been sitting farther north near a different set of beach-grass clumps, so I shifted my search to that area.  It then took only a couple of minutes before I hit a target that sounded just like what I was looking for.  I took a scoop of sand and shook it out, and Maggie’s diamond engagement ring was lying on the bottom of the scoop pretty as you please.  Her wedding ring was still sitting on the sand at my feet.  I held up her engagement ring and motioned her over.  She and Jerry arrived in disbelief and as she glanced down she also found and picked up her own wedding ring from the sand.  As you can imagine, the celebration was intense and was joined by some nearby beach folk who’d been monitoring the proceedings.

Maggie and Jerry celebrated their second wedding anniversary only a couple of weeks ago, and they were just preparing to return to their home from vacation.  I’m really happy that Maggie’s rings are back on her finger where they belong, and that she and Jerry are able to return home elated, not burdened with the sadness of broken emotional ties and beautiful rings lost, perhaps forever.

 

 

12 August 2015.  Nickey was enjoying a day at the beach with her children, but she was devastated when she realized that her beautiful custom-made engagement & wedding ring was missing from her hand.  Fellow beach goers helped her search for it with no result.  Beach sand, whether dry, wet, or under water can hide a ring in an instant, and when the place of loss is not certain a tactile recovery or recovery by sieving becomes a nearly impossible task.

Fortunately beach staff knew about the Ring Finders and gave Nickey contact information.  She called Rick Browne, my friend and fellow Ring Finder in Yarmouth.  He was not able to come to Falmouth but referred her to me.  I was able to meet her at the beach within about 15 minutes.

Nickey outlined the area where she had been, in and out of the water.  The loss had been about 2 hours previously, fortunately at mid-tide on an outgoing tide.  She had been playing and tossing a ball in the water with her children, so that seemed to be the likely place the ring was lost, although it could also be in nearshore wet sand or in dry sand where they had been sitting.  I started the search in the water near the center of the likely area, doing swaths from the shoreline out across a trough and across a sand bar about 150′ offshore, then back in.

As my swaths approached the south edge of the area Nickey said she felt that she and her children had been playing farther north so I returned to the center and moved in that direction.  One swath out and then halfway back, on the sand bar, pure Magic!  As I scooped a nice crisp signal in calf-deep water I saw her beautiful ring slip over the tip of the scoop — it was only an inch or two into the sand — but with a quick second push I had it.  The sand quickly flowed through the holes in the scoop and I was left staring at nothing but a gorgeous diamond ring set, resting safely and sedately at the bottom.

I left the ring set in the scoop and headed in to shore.  As Nickey looked questioningly at me I held out the scoop.  She looked inside.  Well, words cannot begin to describe all the mixed emotions and tears that flooded forth, but it can safely be said that the encapsulated joy of those moments will never be forgotten.  Nickey called her husband Mike with the good news, and those who had helped in the earlier search joined in the celebration.  I was pleased to be able to meet Mike, who arrived from work a short time later.

What a great day!

 

 

 

2 August 2025.  Sean’s white and yellow gold wedding band went flying from his finger as he was tossing a ball in belly-deep water at the beach.  He tried diving with goggles to search but it proved fruitless.  This is usually the case, as a heavy gold ring will sink quickly into soft sand, especially if the sand is disturbed by feet or waves.  Luckily, Sean’s wife Caitlin tried a Google search for ‘Falmouth ring finder’ and when my name came up she gave me a call.  The timing was great as our houseful of company had departed less than a half hour before, so I was able to get to the beach within about 15 minutes.  As would be expected the parking lot was full because it was a sunny hot Saturday, so I had to wait 10 or 15 minutes before a spot (fortunately) opened up.

Meeting up with Caitlin and Sean, I got the specifics of when, where, and how the ring was lost, then I headed into the water for the search, doing a grid pattern over the likely area that Sean had described.  Nothing turned up in the initial search area but some trash and a few coins.  In the meantime Sean and Caitlin had to depart to attend a wedding but I double checked with him about particulars before they left and then I expanded the search area.  Eventually the wind, waves, and rising tide made it difficult to maintain a stable search so I finally gave up after a couple of hours, with the intention of returning the next day.

I arrived on day 2 about an hour ahead of low tide when the water level was about the same as when Sean’s ring was lost.  Taking his clue that he had been in belly-deep water I began gridding in that range of depth to the east of the previous search.  This paid off in about 45 minutes when I dug a sweet ring signal and had Sean’s band in my scoop.  Needless to say I felt a lot better than when I had to abandon the search the previous day!

A call to Sean confirmed the identity of his ring and was greeted with expressions of joy, disbelief and astonishment.  Sharing in the experience of such commingled emotions is one of the things I love most about being able to return such a precious item to its owner.

Sean and Caitlin live off-Cape so I mailed the ring to him.  He responded with a great picture of them in front of the Bunker Hill Monument.  In this case, Victory!