Old Salt Is here?

[QUOTE=Mikey;31074]Top right… Is that guy holding a monkey? And I don’t see the parrot. Or is the parrot the monkey?[/QUOTE]

Dude, that is totally a parrot.

The guy is a gunners mate. It’s a cannon swab (for lack of a better word). It wasn’t a whole lot of years ago that you could still grow a beard in the Navy.

Sorry, i knew a guy on another forum about 10 years ago that went by the moniker Old Salt. I ran across this forum and thought no way. Can’t be the same guy. Great pics

[QUOTE=RkyMtn Paul;31086]The guy is a gunners mate. It’s a cannon swab (for lack of a better word). It wasn’t a whole lot of years ago that you could still grow a beard in the Navy.[/QUOTE]

I knew it! Thanks for clearing that up. I was pretty close then

[QUOTE=SailorDaniel;31097]I knew it! Thanks for clearing that up. I was pretty close then[/QUOTE]

Tim has it right it’s a parrot, you can see his eye and his pecker ! oops I meant beak…:slight_smile:

[QUOTE=Willow;31096]Sorry, i knew a guy on another forum about 10 years ago that went by the moniker Old Salt. I ran across this forum and thought no way. Can’t be the same guy. Great pics[/QUOTE]

Hey you never know, it’s a small world…When someone new posts something that isn’t clear, we tend to have fun with it, this time it was at your expense, nothing personal…

Actually you don’t even have to be new to get this kind of attention…:slight_smile:

[QUOTE=Shellback;31101]Tim has it right it’s a parrot, you can see his eye and his pecker ! oops I meant beak…:)[/QUOTE]

Think thats just more of an illusion. Plus that would mean hes holding him by his bottom feet which I couldnt imagine a parot putting up with. The fact that the guy was a gunners mate kinda lends to the theory of a “gun swab”

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Looks like a sponge to me too.

Great picture.

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