davidfl
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- Jun 23, 2011
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With the end of spring break, for some, I thought I would sneak off work on a Monday and hit my favorite beach. My friends had hit a beach further south on Saturday, I wasn’t able to go. Anyway I blew off work and head out, by 8:30 I get to the beach. As I look out over the beach I see no less than eight or nine hunters waving the dry sand, and at least three hunters waist to hips deep in the water, I think GREAT, so much for original thinking.
It was nice to see people in the water again. So I hunted all day. I found 28 coins, an earring, two sunglasses, and two rings.
The first was a nice Tiffany silver with a dangle.
The next was a junker promise ring made from black steel.
As I was going home, it was already later than I would have liked to stay, man I wanted a gold, a young woman asked if I could help her family, the father had lost his wedding ring. I had no time left on parking, so I told her I would put in some more and be back.
I went back to the place I left them, made some small talk then headed back into the water. During our short conversation I explained that it could be difficult to find a lost item, that its almost easier to search blind than to find a specific lost item. Location of where you lost it being the key factor. Somewhere down there on the beach becomes a big area when searching for something the size of a quarter. On a crowded beach, with afternoon sea breeze kicking up, and two hours difference on an outgoing tide.
As I was searching I spoke to the girls who originally requested help, I spoke with the man who lost the ring, he related that his wife’s rings were stolen. That his was the last remaining from their wedding ceremony 22 years prior. I told him I would do my best, and to stay near the lifeguard station. I would find them if I found it. About twenty minutes later, I got what I was looking for, a screaming autotune, then a wonderful mid tone. As the sand sifted away like chocolate there it was... GOLD.
Happy that I could help the people, I made my way back to where they were. Suddenly everyone starts to look alike. Oh no, where are they. I searched and searched. Nowhere. I asked several people around who said they left. Rats
As I cleaned up to leave, I scoured my memory about my conversations with them. The girls said they were here to play softball in a college tournament. They played for Northwestern. The father said his name was Steve. Not a lot to go on. I called Biggmike to help. Seeing he was home and at his computer. He found a site saying that the team was here, and a number to the athletic dept. of the college. He spoke to a woman who called the coach. An hour later, a girl called me saying she knew Steve. Ten minutes Steve called me. I am amazed, at how little information it took to track someone I had just met down, not to mention how many things that had to happen just right.
My last ring of the day, 14k, plain band just like they described it. I have the owners address, in New Jersey, no less, and it will be on its way home soon . I love it when a story ends well, this one is longer than most, but has ended well. HH david
It was nice to see people in the water again. So I hunted all day. I found 28 coins, an earring, two sunglasses, and two rings.
The first was a nice Tiffany silver with a dangle.
The next was a junker promise ring made from black steel.
As I was going home, it was already later than I would have liked to stay, man I wanted a gold, a young woman asked if I could help her family, the father had lost his wedding ring. I had no time left on parking, so I told her I would put in some more and be back.
I went back to the place I left them, made some small talk then headed back into the water. During our short conversation I explained that it could be difficult to find a lost item, that its almost easier to search blind than to find a specific lost item. Location of where you lost it being the key factor. Somewhere down there on the beach becomes a big area when searching for something the size of a quarter. On a crowded beach, with afternoon sea breeze kicking up, and two hours difference on an outgoing tide.
As I was searching I spoke to the girls who originally requested help, I spoke with the man who lost the ring, he related that his wife’s rings were stolen. That his was the last remaining from their wedding ceremony 22 years prior. I told him I would do my best, and to stay near the lifeguard station. I would find them if I found it. About twenty minutes later, I got what I was looking for, a screaming autotune, then a wonderful mid tone. As the sand sifted away like chocolate there it was... GOLD.
Happy that I could help the people, I made my way back to where they were. Suddenly everyone starts to look alike. Oh no, where are they. I searched and searched. Nowhere. I asked several people around who said they left. Rats
As I cleaned up to leave, I scoured my memory about my conversations with them. The girls said they were here to play softball in a college tournament. They played for Northwestern. The father said his name was Steve. Not a lot to go on. I called Biggmike to help. Seeing he was home and at his computer. He found a site saying that the team was here, and a number to the athletic dept. of the college. He spoke to a woman who called the coach. An hour later, a girl called me saying she knew Steve. Ten minutes Steve called me. I am amazed, at how little information it took to track someone I had just met down, not to mention how many things that had to happen just right.
My last ring of the day, 14k, plain band just like they described it. I have the owners address, in New Jersey, no less, and it will be on its way home soon . I love it when a story ends well, this one is longer than most, but has ended well. HH david
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