I finally got down to the old vineyard that exactly 50 years ago at the age of 12, I threw a silver and jade ring. (it was a steep abandoned vineyard across a gully from our back yard). Now that I am "detecting" I got permission from the owner of the land to hunt there. My grandson and I went down (he thought he might have to help his old grandma get up the hill). When we got down there, the bank was so steep that even he had a difficult time climbing the bank, but I eventually made it up there unassisted. What a shock! That once vineyard not only had the wires all over the ground, we couldn't even see the wires with all the foliage. The trees were enormous, many limbs and branches had fallen all over, the vegetation was dense and there were some of the largest pricker bushes I had ever seen! But we hunted for hours in the area the ring had originally landed, and downhill from there as well as spreading out a bit. (50 years can make things move quite a bit, especially when the land is so stinking steep too). But we did not find the ring! Found lots of junk, my grandson came away with lots of old Clorox bottles, beer bottles, etc that had been thrown over there, junk junk junk EVERYWHERE! I found an all metal putty knife and some things I am not sure of, one thing looks like a trivet for a wood stove. I will clean it up and put it on later. What a disappointment the day turned out to be. I dreamed for years of finding that ring! After so long perhaps it disintegrated. probably won't go back and put myself through that torture again. Even through our jeans and shirts we are a mess of torn flesh! (the only good that came out of it was showing my grandson that Grandma isn't washed up yet!
