Mangrove Jack. aka Bill.
Mangrove Jack, the hobo fraud. Not actually mangrove Jack, in fact his name was William, and he was just a straight out compulsive liar, which is probably half the problem, he was Dave one minute and mangrove Jack when beer was being shouted, then Brian the fisherman before disappearing for a week. When you did run into him again he would be Box cart Joe on the north line, living in an empty box car and then there was Junk yard Bill who lived in a car in the Pt Wakefield Auto wreckers yard. I believe this mural is a composite image of locals depicting in part what William looked like 30 or 40 years before I met him. Now to back up this was around the time I knew Wolfe and lived near Pt Wakefield and I have done a lot of travelling since then, Mangrove Jack seems to be a mythological theme that permeates anywhere there is mangroves and hobo's as far as I have experienced. And even though my mangrove Jack wasn't, he still sort of was. So I heard the stories at...