Stupidly, I hadn't planned for this. I didn't take my wallet out of my pants beforehand like I should have, so it and all of its contents were soaked. And since it was a short trip, I had only packed one other pair of pants. When we returned to the river after lunch, I couldn't bear the thought of putting all that wet clothing back on and reluctantly decided it would be easier not to wear it-or anything else-under my waders. For reasons I don't understand, Paulie referred to this as "going commando," and took to calling me "Commando Dave" for the rest of the trip.