With low tide, I'd been hitting the wet sand. After several hours I decided it was time to leave. I swung to my car and as I'd parked in a dirt/grass area no one usually parks at, I decided to swing around the big oak trees in this area. I got a solid none and was expecting a chewed up zing cent. About 4 inches down in the roots, out popped what I reconized as an old graduation ring. 1934, as of this time, I'm unable to make out the school or any stamp inside. But, a beautiful piece of personal history non the less. Thank you for making a quality instrument.
