On Saturday morning at 2am I received an email, which was followed by a text from a man named Dylin in Pickering, ON. He proceeded to explain to me that, "he'd lost his wedding ring on Friday afternoon while building a pond in his backyard." He told me that, "he breeds Coy fish and needed a larger place for them to live, they were currently living in a small kiddie pool." I text him back when I got up at 5:30am, letting him know that "I had to drop my daughter off at the local mall to meet a friend for lunch and that I'd drop by around 1pm."
When I got to his house he and his wife took me around the property showing me numerous spots where he had working on Friday. He told me, "the wedding ring belonged to his father and was given to him by his mother after his father died in 1999." I could see from the desperation on their faces how much this ring meant to both of them. They told me that, "on Friday evening they'd both spent 3 hours crawling through the tall grass on their property looking for the lost wedding ring."
I first checked the front yard and after only finding shredded cans, bottle caps and pieces of aluminum siding, so I headed to the backyard. I detected around the perimeter of the pond finding nothing, then I got a call from my daughter letting me know that she was ready to be picked up at the mall. At this point I had only been there 45 minutes, so I told Dylin, "I'll just grid this area along your back fence before I have to leave." Well, not two minutes later I got an 89 -90 on my Deus and when I probed the ground with my Pinpointer, out popped the wedding ring!
The look of pure joy on Dylin's face was priceless as he raced over to grab the ring and put it back on his finger. At this point, they both came over and gave me a hug. Which I have to say felt rather strange after living through 17 months of Covid and having to be 'socially distant' from everyone except our family dog.
Thanks very much for looking,
Dave
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