Bill Burkett
Active member
When I was a teenager reading the "Big Three" outdoor magazines and absorbing every waterfowling tale into my very DNA until I began to think I WAS a duck hunter (like Don Quixote, poor old guy, reading all those tales about knighthood in flower and beginning to think he was a knight) one of the stories that deeply affected me was by Mel Ellis, "All Ghosts Aren't White." In those days real writers could be found in the outdoor press, and Ellis was one. I kept that tattered magazine for decades before the silverfish finally destroyed it. Later I tried to find what happened to it and followed a convoluted online trail that appeared to indicate that after Mr. Ellis died the rights to the story passed from hand to hand, but I couldn't find a copy.
It was a long time before I had my own possibly supernatural encounter out on the big salt in the bay of the Palix River on the Southwest Washington coast. I was telling my story to a lady duck hunter from Alabama that I encountered in one of those long gone AOL chat rooms when she suggested the supernatural aspect of the adventure and said I ought to write it. So I did, and sent it to her friends at Double Gun Journal (complete with a reference to my old Lefever Nitro Express far-killer.) They asked what I wanted for the story and I named my regular DU price, about a third of the cheapest price of a double advertised in their magazine, and never heard from them again. But it was for the best because I lucked out with the resurrected Saturday Evening Post and they bought it, and supplied remarkably apt illustrations by a talented artist.
I lucked out again in the timing of the thing: my "ghost" story, unlike Mr. Ellis's remains online at the Saturday Evening Post website to this day, complete with those wonderful illustrations. The readership of Saturday Evening Post was kind enough to respond very favorably to the yarn--even non duck hunters. If you are so inclined, you can read "Pea Green Boat" free on their website. My grand daughter asked me how much of that story is true, Grandpa? How much of it do you want to be true, I asked her. Oh, Grandpa!
I hope readers will find that I have honored the tradition of writers like Mel Ellis, Russell Annabel and Robert Ruark in the telling of "Pea Green Boat."
Bill Burkett
It was a long time before I had my own possibly supernatural encounter out on the big salt in the bay of the Palix River on the Southwest Washington coast. I was telling my story to a lady duck hunter from Alabama that I encountered in one of those long gone AOL chat rooms when she suggested the supernatural aspect of the adventure and said I ought to write it. So I did, and sent it to her friends at Double Gun Journal (complete with a reference to my old Lefever Nitro Express far-killer.) They asked what I wanted for the story and I named my regular DU price, about a third of the cheapest price of a double advertised in their magazine, and never heard from them again. But it was for the best because I lucked out with the resurrected Saturday Evening Post and they bought it, and supplied remarkably apt illustrations by a talented artist.
I lucked out again in the timing of the thing: my "ghost" story, unlike Mr. Ellis's remains online at the Saturday Evening Post website to this day, complete with those wonderful illustrations. The readership of Saturday Evening Post was kind enough to respond very favorably to the yarn--even non duck hunters. If you are so inclined, you can read "Pea Green Boat" free on their website. My grand daughter asked me how much of that story is true, Grandpa? How much of it do you want to be true, I asked her. Oh, Grandpa!
I hope readers will find that I have honored the tradition of writers like Mel Ellis, Russell Annabel and Robert Ruark in the telling of "Pea Green Boat."
Bill Burkett