once, when i was young my grandfather, dad and i went to cave run to fish for musky about this time of year. i sat in the bottom of the boat running around the lake to avoid the cold air. it turned out i just ended up soaking my jeans due to a small leak or something i assume into the carpet. my grandfather took us to the bank, lit a fire and proceeded to hang my jeans leaning over the fire on a stick in the ground at an angle. I sat wrapped up in coats watching my partners fishing from the bank........ i wish we had noticed the jeans burning in time to save them as it was a cold ride back to the ramp and home in my "tidy whites".