Darrin Gray has never found a needle in a haystack. But he has found wedding rings lost in a corn pit, buried in a snowbank, dropped to the bottom of Lake Calhoun and hidden in a bag full of leaves.
Gray is a freelance wedding ring rescuer thanks to his hobby: He's a metal detectorist.
The Waconia man is one of those guys (and, yes, they're usually guys) you might see combing a beach, swinging a metal detector back and forth over the ground. His eyes are focused on the ground, but his ears are pricked inside headphones, listening for a telltale beep alerting him to a rare coin, precious jewelry, forgotten gangster loot or just a pull tab from an old pop can buried beneath his feet.
If it looks like a harmless if nerdy hobby for people who find croquet too fast-paced, maybe you haven't heard of the metal detectorists who dive with scuba gear, searching for sunken treasure. Or those who have turned it into a competition, trying to be the fastest to speed-search a field full of buried dimes. Or those who help police investigations.
The sometimes secretive subculture — there are 900 members of the Metal Detecting Minnesota Facebook site — includes people who carve out a detecting niche, specializing in coins dropped on boulevards, valuables lost at the beach or artifacts unearthed at construction sites. They preach ethical metal detecting. They write songs about their adventures. And they reunite people with lost mementos.
Not everyone is a fan.
Archaeologists worry that hobbyists might damage historical sites. The activity is prohibited in Minnesota state parks and Three Rivers parks. Slate writer Emily Yoffe once called it "the world's worst hobby — frustrating, solipsistic, potentially felonious."
Even detectorists admit that they can appear a little weird, joking that their hobby is supported by losers.