A few weeks ago, I Lost My Wedding Ring. It was a jolting experience for me as my wedding ring is a very personal possession. It’s not just something that I could “go get another.” It was the actual ring that I got on my wedding day as a symbol of my commitment to my beautiful bride. I’m not superstitious, so I wasn’t worried about bad luck (Bad luck is scared to come around here, it might get hurt). However, I liked the ring and wanted to get it back.
My plan today was to look for the ring, but first I had to help a friend. Rumor had it that my buddy’s family had hidden some valuables on their land decades ago, and he was curious if he could find them. Yeah, sure. Still, we’re good friends, so he invited me along to help. Lucky for me, he bought a metal detector to help look, so my prospects of finding the ring were already looking up… but that would have to wait.
Not The Actual Metal Detector
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Part 1 (The Treasure Hunt)
I went over to his house around noon and we got to looking. To test his new detector, I took one of the Silver American Eagle’s I picked up a month ago. We got the detector set up, but then we realized it didn’t come with batteries. After raiding the smoke detectors and finding the batteries were getting low anyway, we had to make a run to the store for those pesky 9 volt ones. Soon we were back at the house ready to go. We even successfully located my silver coin that we put on the floor!
We went outside and started wandering around, but didn’t really get many hits on the detector. We found some nails and such that were probably left from the last remodel, but nothing special. Certainly nothing that would qualify as “treasure.”
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We thought that maybe the metal detector wasn’t penetrating deep enough to find anything, so we brought my coin back out. We tested a certain patch of ground and got no response from the machine, so we knew we could accurately test the coin there. After putting the coin on the ground, we found we could get responses immediately over the coin… but only to a height of around two inches! Anything metal would have to be practically on the surface!
After we discovered that, we figured we weren’t going to find anything. Even if we were right over it, we’d likely never know, so we decided to give up. To be honest, I’m pretty sure my friend just made up the story about “treasure” so he could get a metal detector that I could use; just his way of helping me with my ring search. It's not like it was probable that we were going to find something! Regardless, I have a really good friend.
Part 2 (The Quest For The Ring)
I got home with enough sunlight that I decided to give the ring search another shot. The ring shouldn’t have been buried, so even the equipment I had should have worked.
I searched in front of my truck, because it could have fallen off while I was clearing snow. I got a few hits, but after checking each spot, I found that whatever is there is buried, so it wouldn’t be my ring. No luck
I looked just next to the cab of the truck and got a strong signal, but it was just a rusty set of earbuds. Wouldn’t call that luck either.
I looked next the back of the truck and still found nothing. The signals were for the metal of gum wrapper scraps. I was getting discouraged as I had hoped I would find it quickly.
Then, I FOUND IT!
I was checking around the bushes behind my truck when I got a hit on a patch of grass and checked. The ring was hidden inside a little clump of grass. It was also approximately 20 feet from where I think it flew off my hand. I guess I still have a throwing arm. Maybe I should try out for Major League Baseball!
I went inside, washed it off, and showed my wife. She was really happy that I found it. I am too!
I didn’t find treasure, but I do have an awesome friend, and I got my ring back! All in all, it was a good day. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still got my own share of problems, but I’m thankful for the good things in my life. Oh, did I mention that my lovely wife had made dinner for me? Yeah, I’m blessed!
