A few weeks ago, Jeremy, a fellow church member stopped me in the hall at church and asked me if I could help him find his wedding band that was lost during a family reunion at a campground in Glenns Ferry.  He had heard from another member that I was THE treasure hunter.  :)

Two days later we took the 80 mile trip from Meridian, Idaho to Glenns Ferry, Idaho.  I felt confident that I would find his wedding band, but more about that later…….

Jeremy’s family reunion was large; taking up three campsites right next to each other.  First, we looked for his wedding band in an area where Jeremy was filling buckets with water that he dumped on kids as he chased them around.  I found several coins, a padlock, and a few junk items but no wedding band.  We probably spent two hours in this area alone.

Jeremy remembered that he was doing dishes on a picnic table over at another one of their campsites thinking the ring may have come off then, so i searched that area thoroughly and still no ring.  When he finished with the dishes he dumped the water in a field that was full of high grass and some weeds that were over five feet tall.  Actually, let me rephrase, he didn’t dump the water in the field, he FLUNG the water in a sweeping motion.  At this point my confidence flew out the window and I really started worrying that I wouldn’t be able to find the wedding band at all.  I knocked over weeds, trampled down grass, tried to force my Big Foot coil to my White’s DFX in between, under, beside, and anywhere I could cram it.  I chose the Big Foot coil because it covers 18″ of area in a windshield wiper style of motion and if my target was there I would find it.

We were into the search for almost four hours, and about an hour or so from darkness still no wedding band.  Jeremy wanted to quit figuring “A ranger, or another camper probably found it and didn’t turn it in.”  I told him I wasn’t ready to give up the fight yet because I had never been on a search for a lost item where the approximate area was known that I didn’t find my target, and I surely wasn’t going to let this be the first time.  Especially after bragging to him on the way to Glenns Ferry that I “never lost a case.”

I said I wanted to go over to an area we hadn’t really searched yet even though he wasn’t in the area that he could remember.  I seemed to be drawn to the area by an unknown force, and from my experience I have learned to follow those feeling when I get them.  See the article I wrote last summer for more about the subject.  The first hit I received in the area came up as a penny or a dime and actually dug up two dimes and a penny from the same spot.  As any detectorist knows, you should re-check the area after you did your target and when i did so I received another “hit” that showed a ring or nickel on the screen, with the ring in first position.  I knelt down and still on top of the grass was his gold wedding band.  I tossed it to him watching it glimmer in the fading sunlight  and said, “A present for ya.”  It was near a big cotton wood tree that Jeremy has no recollection being by during the week they were at the reunion.wedding band

There is nothing like a happy ending after what Jeremy thought would be a waste of time.  Even if I wouldn’t have found it, I still had a good time.  You know what they say, a bad day metal detecting is still better than any day at work, especially when you find a lost wedding band.