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[Prof. Salt]

A memory popped up in my FB feed today from 2016 when a pretty cool thing happened in my life. Please excuse my "it's not a fishing story" but here's what happened:

Just over a year ago, I was returning home empty-handed from a hunting trip with my father in law, and since we had made good time on the return trip (and we were passing right by it), we decided to stop off at the family property in Popalote to sit for the evening. After I climbed up in a tree I realized that my gloves were still in the truck. If things go well, I end up in very close quarters with deer, so I took my shiny wedding ring off and placed it in my pocket for safe keeping. As luck would have it, a deer did show up and I arrowed a spike. I spent a considerable amount of time after that stooped over and following the faint blood trail. As we were leaving that night, I went to put the ring back on and I realized that it was nowhere to be found. Heartache and stress followed. I was embarrassed to admit what I had done, and I quietly just kept looking for it when I went to the property with the hope that maybe one day it would just turn up. Gollum, I feel your pain my brother.

After an entire year of searching, I had a friend who heard about my lost ring and offered to loan me a metal detector. The soil in that area is pure sand so a dropped ring would almost instantly be buried, and even 1/2" under the surface it might never be found without a detector. I had long since bought a replacement ring, but it didn't hold the sentimental value of the one my bride had selected for me 26 years ago, so I planned to borrow the metal detector and go in search of my lost treasure. Well sometimes fate intervenes...

Yesterday afternoon I got a text from my father in law that got me choked up - not much will do that to me, but this did. It was a photo of my ring and the message "what are the odds?". You need to understand that I love my FIL, but he could step right on a racoon in the woods and not realize it was there, lol. He had found the ring laying on top of the grass in the center of the road ...but at least 50 yards from anywhere I had been the night I lost it. It has scratches and scuffs all over, even on the inside and there is no telling what adventures the ring had without me. Doubtless some animal found this "unusual thing" and either carried it away or ate it... uh, yeah.

The bottom line is that the token of love given to me by my bride has returned, and I am celebrating! Welcome back, my precious. No more pockets for you!



*I have since bought a gold looking tungsten ring that I wear daily. My gold one is safe at home where it can't get lost again.

[ziacatcher]

Nice story Glenn. Thanks for sharing

[CaptinAcademy]

Congratulations!
Send your FILnto find mine!
Both of them!

One is in the bottom of Lake LBJ in the cove in between Granite Shoals and Highland Haven.
The other is in the sand on the beach in Manuel Antonio Costa Rica....

Luckily, the wife was there both times, and saw it happen, so, I'm not in too much trouble for that..

I do however still have my gold Sand Dollar necklace she had made for me from one we found on the beach the first time we came down here together probably 33ish yrs ago.

That's actually more important to us than the rings.. or so thats my story..
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My biggest worry is that my wife (when I'm dead) will sell my fishing gear for what I said I paid for it. ~Koos Brandt