Why do people who could care less about having a ring post on a topic for people who do care about having one? If you don't want one fine, but why post with a flame just because you think your a BAD AGGIE?

i wish i had one.

definatly get a new one ASAP. Be lost without mine. I have to watch mine closly as it is a size to big in cold weather and will fly off!

[This message has been edited by Capn97 (edited 12/26/2002 8:20p).]

Ya'll,
I lost mine in Falcon Lake. My hand was cold and slimy with fish cleaning. Their is a catfish with it in its belly or a Mexican National has it. I ordered my new one within the WEEK. My second one is worn out too!

Duke, you learned the hard way a lesson I never want to. As much as I fish, when I get in the boat the ring goes in my pocket. Right after I check the drain plug

To an outsider looking in I suppose this thread seems strange, but I find the sentimentality expressed in these anecdotes about Aggie Ring situations completely understandable. My Ring and wedding ring had been together for so long the wedding band had worn part way into the Aggie Ring and the two fit nicely into their deep groove in my finger. A year ago I had trouble with swelling in my hands and the rings had to come off...for the first time in God knows how many years. I refused to cut the rings and we had a hell of a time, and pain, getting them off using soap, baby oil and any thing else slippery. Now they are off and two sizes undersize to fit back on my finger. My dilemma is that I have almost 50 years of wear on the old one, discernible as an Aggie Ring only by those of us who have seen smooth ones before.....and the only way to enlarge the ring is to cut it and add a splice in......and in the process obliterate my name inside. The AFS is helpful but the decision is now up to me as to whether to submit my old friend to major surgery....or to let it rest out my final days as it is in a nice safe box. I don't feel right without it; and I wouldn't feel right altering it.

If you lose it get on EBAY and buy someone elses.

These are great stories to read. Incredible. If i were to lose mine, (KNOCK!) I would wait a bit in hopes of it turning up, then I would definetly go get another one. Like someone said earlier--"It's my....precious".

A little side question, are the "teasips" someone was refering to, the dimples on the bottom of the ring? I've never heard them called that before. Is there any sort of story to that?

I believe there was a story on the general board many moons ago by someone who lost theirs in an airplane commode. Pretty funny story.

I know my Dad replaced his lost original, found his original and lost the replacement. I'll have to find out the stories.

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A little side question, are the "teasips" someone was refering to, the dimples on the bottom of the ring? I've never heard them called that before. Is there any sort of story to that?

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Actually, they are known as tu a******s and you are not a good AG until they are worn smooth. At least that was what I was told, and have no more info on where that came from. Makes for a good story, though!

Lost mine while visiting the parents 2 years ago. Mom decided to clean the place up and it got "misplaced." We tore the house apart trying to find that thing. Finally after a few months, I decided to break down and order another. Sure enough, about 2 weeks after it came in, my dad found my original. So now I've got 2...one never leaves my hand, and the new one sits in a safety deposit box, just in case this ever happens again.
But anyway, glad to hear that you found yours, even if it was in the cat litter.

True story
I was walking on Main Street in downtown Houston when I suddenly realized that my Ag ring had fallen off. Although the sidewalk was crowded, I immediately began an exhaustive search. No luck. I finally decided that the ring had bounced and fallen into a storm drain by the sidewalk. Nine months pass. As I was a struggling law student at the time, I couldn't afford a replacement. Anyway, I get a call from a deputy with the Sheriffs dept. He asks if I am an Ag grad and after I identify myself he tells me to come down to the courthouse to Judge Doug Shavers courtroom. Turns out that they had raided a crack house and the dealer was wearing my ring. They had the guy in a holding cell and they wanted me to charge him with theft. I told Judge Shaver how I had lost my ring and he said that the dealer had claimed he found my ring while he was walking on the sidewalk downtown about nine months earlier. In conclusion, never lose hope if you lose your ring.

Lost mine in '87 and bought a new one. We have a farm house in Brenham, and I thought it was somewhere in the house, but never found it. After living in Houston since graduating in 1982, we moved to the place in Brenham. The first day of moving in, one of the movers saw the ring between the cushions of the old couch. He handed it to me. It had sat there for 15 years, and I never saw it after sitting on the same couch countless times. It was a thrill to find it and even bigger thrill to find an honest person.

"All or none!"

Just Buy another one!

I haven't lost or misplaced my Ring (yet), but the only time it comes off is when I go in the shower or in a pool. And when it comes off, it always goes in the exact same place so I'll never place it down somewhere and forget where I put it. If I were to lose it, I would definitely purchase another one. Honestly, my Ring has become a permanent part of my right ring finger and my hand feels strange without it.

Funny side note: Whenever I am under a lot of stress (exam time, etc.) I will have dreams about losing my Aggie Ring.

Here is the article someone referred to above:


SAN ANTONIO - A 1965 graduate of Texas A&M University was reunited with his diamond-studded senior class ring Friday, 32 years after he lost it in a lake, thanks to a boy who found it two years ago and recently brought it to school for a show-and-tell session.

Little did Mario Cervantes know just how precious an Aggie 's ring can be to the owner.

In an emotional ceremony at St. Paul's Catholic School, Mario returned the shiny piece of jewelry to veterinarian Joe C. Brown of San Antonio, who hadn't seen it since a stormy day in 1969 when he lost it while boating on Calaveras Lake in southeast Bexar County.

With students, faculty and parents looking on, Brown tried the gold ring on his ring finger, but it no longer fit. He eased it onto a pinky finger, smiled and thanked the 11-year-old Mario and his fifth-grade classmates. After giving Mario and his school undisclosed rewards, Brown offered to buy Mario an Aggie ring if he earns one someday.

"All over the world, whenever I was traveling in the military, people always recognized my ring . It's unique in that way," said Brown, who lost the ring a few years after he graduated and had served in Vietnam with the ring on his finger.

Recounting how he lost the ring when a friend's boat was swamped in heavy winds, Brown said, "I had to jump out of the boat in the cold water. My ring slipped off my finger and, like slow motion, it went down to the bottom," he said.

"I didn't think I'd ever find it."

Nearly an hour of diving - and a second search effort later - failed to locate the ring , which apparently sat undisturbed in shallow water for 30 years, until a fateful fishing outing for Mario. The boy, then 9, said he got tired of fishing and was beachcombing with his sister when he saw the ring shimmering underwater a few feet from shore.

"I looked at the water and saw something and I just picked it up. It was a ring ," the boy recalled.

In the two years since his find, Cervantes said he never thought of selling it. He tried on the ring , but it was usually just kept in a safe.

At the beginning of the fall school term, Mario brought it as a discussion piece for a lesson on gems. His teacher, Kristi Sorenson, made it a class project to find the owner, whose full name was engraved inside. Each member of the class wrote a business letter formally asking A&M's help in finding the owner.

"When I noticed that it was a class ring , it just blew me away," Sorenson said. "I knew we would have to find the owner - especially since it was an A&M ring . I know how spirited Aggies are."

With the help of A&M's Association of Former Students, Brown was quickly located in December and told of the discovery. Amy Glass, the association's marketing specialist, said it was her joyful task to notify Brown.

"Quite honestly, I expected him to say it had been missing for a couple of months or maybe a couple of years. So when he told me it had been missing for 32 years, we were in stunned silence for a minute . . . while both of us cried on the phone," Glass said.

"It means the world to wear that ring when you're a Texas Aggie ," Glass added. "It's the symbol of Aggies' unity. It signifies our ties to one another and to the school we love so much.

"It's been fantastic to be a part of getting the ring returned."

The news astounded Brown not only because so much time had elapsed but because his mother had recently urged him to replace it.

"It's like she found the ring for me," Brown said. Explaining, he said a week before her death in December, his mother offered to buy him a new ring , but he declined, saying "it wouldn't be the same."

After all, the diamond was an heirloom that had been added to the ring in 1967 to commemorate Brown's completion of veterinary school.

"It was the only diamond my grandmother ever had," he said, adding, "I had no idea this would ever happen."

I almost lost my best friend's ring FOR HIM! We were eating at Wendy's and when we sat down to eat, my friend took off his ring. When I asked why, he said he was wanting to keep it in good shape and not get it dirty. Being the prankster that I am, I slid his ring under my burger wrapper, you know "just to scare him" AND to teach him a little lesson. Well, we got to talking, finished our food and emptied our trays in the trash. It wasn't until we got home that he said, "okay the joke's over, where's my ring." My heart stopped beating because I knew where it was! We sped back up to Wendy's, told the workers there that we needed to look through the trash. After about 10 minutes of searching through ketchup and mustard and thrown-out burgers, I found it inside of a fry box covered in ketchup. Thank God I found it, but boy did I feel like an A$$. In the end, I learned the lesson...don't try to teach your friend a lesson about taking off his Aggie Ring.

It's February 21st, 1997. I'm getting married the next day and hit the town. Oddly enough it's with my soon to be mother-in-law (she's a blast, aren't you jealous) and my best friend. It's almost closing time and I'm sitting on the corner of a coin operated pool table chatting. My mother-in-law asks to see my ring and when she hands it back, it falls in the corner of the pool table.

No one in the bar has the key that opens the door in the bottom of the table. And no one can get a hold of the bar-owner or coin-op vendor. We figure we can get back in and get it before the wedding the next day at 2pm. [02/22/97 @ 2pm, between bowl season and march madness, and very easy to remember ]

I'm calling these guys bright and early the next morning while trying to get ready for my big day, but not luck. I'm miserable and pissed off. It's hopeless; I know I'll get it back, just not in time.

Whelp, it's about an hour before wedding and my brother and uncle show up with the ring. I don't know how they got it. I never had much of a chance to really thank them. I think this thread will go along way to explaining why it was so important.

Thanks to everyone who contributed to this thread and thanks to my Uncle Pat and brother Doug for doing what they did to make that day perfect.

- Cody '94

Speaking from experience, it is not a lot of fun. When I first got my aggie ring, it was a half a size too large and often slipped off my finger. I was washing my car at my parents house and placed my ring on the back bumper of my mothers car, which was in the garage. My mother came out and asked me to move my car so that she could leave, which I did. As she drove off, I realized my mistake. My father and I began walking the street looking for my ring. We walked about a mile and a half until we came to a major 4 lane highway when I noticed it in the far lane. It had fallen off the bumper and had been run over several times. Luckily, I only had to send the ring in with $40 and I got it replaced.

Rebbasser,
You better believe I learned the same lesson. I put mine on my key chain and in my pocket.