The Thrill of the Hunt: A Wedding Ring Rescued from San Buenaventura Beach
Last week, while I was away in Alaska, I received a call from a distressed young lady seeking assistance in finding her lost wedding ring. Promising to return within two days, today marks the culmination of our efforts as we converge on San Buenaventura beach in pursuit of the elusive ring.
Arriving early, I embarked on a reconnaissance mission, scouring the beach for clues based on the details she provided. With the tides unusually high, the landscape had shifted, posing a challenge to our search efforts. Drawing on my familiarity with the area, I marked out a grid to begin the meticulous process of detection.
Ten minutes into the search, a promising signal echoed through my Equinox 800, leading to the retrieval of a stunning ring from the sand. Confident it belonged to Sandra, I continued detecting as we awaited her arrival.
As Sandra approached, I seized the opportunity for a surprise reveal, presenting her with the ring she had feared lost forever. The jubilant moment echoed with cries of joy, underscoring the emotional significance of a successful recovery.
Sandra’s experience underscores the importance of expertise in ring recovery efforts. While well-intentioned, amateur attempts can often prove futile, akin to seeking a dental appointment for a car’s oil change.
If you ever find yourself in a similar predicament, don’t hesitate to reach out for professional assistance. Available 24/7, I am retired and ready to lend a helping hand at a moment’s notice. Contact me at 805-290-5009, and let’s embark on the journey to reunite you with your lost ring, ensuring that the thrill of the hunt ends in triumph.
Christina called and asked about recovering a sentimental cross that was lost on the beach while playing football. I asked her the details, Jack lost it while doing a spin move catching the football. I was heading to LBI for another recovery and told her I would swing by after that, it was in a safe area and they would be the for a bit anyhow. When I arrived her husband Brady met me at the dune crossover, we talked for a bit, and I started the search. After some junk targets were cleared out I got a solid but faint signal I originally thought might be tin foil. Well, it wasn’t, the cross was in my scoop. We waited a bit for Jack to come out of the water to confirm this cross was his, snapped some pics, and off I went. Another save in the books.
