We will forever remember you Dave. We miss you!
Dave Stadnyk
July 15, 1980- June 27, 2002
You will always be my best friend.
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Man, there are so many…
The time he caught a lizard, painted him with white oil-based house paint and then named him “Whitey”
One time he was in about 5th or 6th grade and for some reason I was talking with him how at a lot of private schools, in this case “Victory Christian”, there are loser kids who end up there after being kicked out of public schools. Next thing out of his mouth, completely without sarcasm, was “Doesn’t sound to me like those kids at Victory Christian are very Victorious”. He wasn’t intending to be funny – it was just an innocent observation but I laughed my ass off – you definitely had to be there.
Practicing his casting technique in the house, losing fishhooks in the carpet for his family to step on.
If MomStad bought a 12 pack of cokes in the morning, he could have it dusted by early afternoon.
Always up for fishing – even if it was some crummy polluted ditch in Oside.
There’s lots more for others to chime in – bring it!
Happy 28th!
So many memories. Such an honor to have spent your 21st with you!
Love always
Happy birthday!
Thinking of David on the eve of the 9th anniversary of his “taking a better offer.” I was looking through receipts of a trip David and I took in June 1995 to flyfish in Montana. We are with a guide who helped us get private water access to the mighty Madison River. So many fish, so much action–all on nymphs. David has caught more than either me or the guide, as usual. But from his mouth we hear: “Damn it!” Both the guide and I look to see what’s wrong, what we can help with, but all we see is David hooked into another fish. I ask, “What’s wrong?” to which he replies, “My arms are getting sore.”
I will never forget the day Stad died. But most of all I will never forget how much he made all of our friends laugh. He was a great person and he is missed. RIP buddy