July 14th, 2010 by Brad Lovell

I got an email from Paul asking if I would drive up to the Copacabana on the Central Coast to search for his lost wedding ring. The ring fell off his finger from the balcony in his backyard. Paul was away in New Zealand, but his dad showed me the area where they believed the ring to be. I searched the entire backyard twice without any luck. Next to the garden pond were some very thick and dense bushes. Getting the detector into those bushes was proving impossible. But I knew the ring had to be in there as it was no where else in the backyard. Paul’s dad had given up hope and went home. Being the stubborn person I am, I told him I was not giving up yet, and would search for another hour. I was beginning to get frustrated and began jabbing the coil of the metal detector into the bushes. For the faintest fraction of a second I heard a sound. I reached in the area I heard the sound with my pin pointing device and started poking around. The pin pointer started flashing so I swapped the pin pointer with my hand and started feeling around, and felt the unmistakable shape of a ring. Was time to call Paul’s dad with the good news