posted on September 23, 2012 14:18
Rena Altman’s coworkers know she’s married to an addict.
That became perfectly clear last fall, when her husband, Dave, called her workplace. High as a kite, he badgered a secretary into patching his call through to her.
“I did it,” he said, a three-word sentence almost too much for him to utter. “The big one.”
Like most addicts, Dave takes no responsibility for his actions.
“It’s my wife’s fault,” he says.
In April 2009, Rena and her sister, Robin, were walking in a field close to their Pennsylvania home and came upon a shed antler.
“My wife took a picture of it with her phone and sent it to my niece as she and I were getting ready for a bass tournament,” Dave said. “She asked, ‘Should I bring it home?’”
“It was huge,” Dave said. “I couldn’t wait for them to get home so I could see it in person.”
Dave spent the next several weeks looking for the antler’s mate without success. He even dreamed about the buck.
But he didn’t really go out of his way to hunt it.
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