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One of my best and most satisfying finds was when I found a $10,000 diamond ring—without using my own metal detector!
My wife and I were visiting my wife’s cousin in Brownsville, California, north of Sacramento. I didn’t take my metal detector along, as we were just going to visit and help do some roofing. We were in an area where you couldn’t see any other houses. I was up on the roof and I kept hearing this faint, odd sound and I thought, “What the heck is that?”
I looked down to the ground and asked my wife’s cousin what the sound was and she said, “Oh, the man next door lost his diamond ring and he bought a metal detector to try to find it, so that must be what you hear.” Well, I jumped down off that roof and ran over there to see if I could help. I saw that he had exactly the same metal detector that I owned—an XLT, except his was brand new. I said, “I know how to use that—I have one just like it.” He said, “Well, the people I bought it from showed me, but if you know how to use it, have at it! I’m trying to find my $10,000 diamond ring.”
I asked him what he had been doing in the yard and he said he was gathering wood and branches and collecting them into burn piles. So I grabbed his metal detector and started working around the area and found bullets, shell casings, and bottle caps, but no ring. He had about an acre of land, so I asked him to be more specific in where he had been working. He showed me an area about 50 feet in diameter. So I worked in that area for the next 15 minutes or so and then I finally went over to a burn pile that he hadn’t lit yet. As I went around that pile I got a huge signal. And when I kicked the brush away with my foot I saw a great, big diamond ring! I said, “Come here, look at this!” He looked down and then said to me, “I’m so happy I could kiss you!” I said, “No thanks!” And then he called his wife outside and showed her and they were both really excited.
Then he said, “What do I owe you?” I said, “Nothing.” Then we started talking and he asked me what I used to do. I mentioned that I had been in the Navy and had been stationed in Astoria, Oregon. He said, “Astoria! I go there every year to go fishing. Hey, I’ve got a reward for you.” Then he gave me half a case of canned salmon that he had caught on the Columbia River. And although the salmon was really good, a happy, emotional find like this one was much better!
Carl from Oregon