Dave, Dave, Dave...I am not Stam. Stam has no time to pretend to be anything other than himself, by which I mean a very busy 45 y/o turgid walking phallis of performance art. So keep clapping, keep cheering him on you filthy fishers, you 'fans' of Stam. That festering tank of well-aged teen testosterone. I would be very uncomfortable with his hands on the sticks and my back turned to him. My goodness.

I would much rather fish with Fishhunter and Blades. Abu Loomis can mock the chum, but it is quit an adversary. I would love to catch and release chum like fishhunter. Although it is a kind turn for Stam to invite me to fish with him. My wife and son have been trying to get me on an extended fishing trip. They would like to see me in Forks on my own for a week.