The Buckets by Greg Cravens for August 22, 2011

I had a Official Boy Scout knife in my pocket and a 4 inch bear killer on my hip. I once needed them to carve a peg for the roll by the latrine. Ahh, the smell of nature.I never told anyone about dropping my flashlight down the second wooden hole of that latrine that dark night with the wolves howling. I said I never told it and I’m not stupid enough to tell it how. They made me sleep outside the tent.