[Bill Douglas]

In my teens and early 20's I used to work as a wool classer. That's a person who sorts the sheep's wool into about 100 or so different types. Over the years three large diamond rings bounched onto the classing table.

It was easy for the company to track down the owner. The wool bales had the farm name on them and the farm knew who the shearing gang were, and the gang knew who the "rousey" was who lost the engagement ring.