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I may have inadvertently staged a "Wild America" animal moment the other day. I was out shooting basketball (deep in thought, as usual) when a big black snake rolled up in the yard. I tried to herd him back into the field but he didn't want to go.

I poked and prodded and nudged him but it didn't do any good. He eventually made it to one of our big walnuts. I slid my prodding stick underneath his head and tried to hoist him away from the house. But he used my stick to climb the walnut instead!

I've gotta admit, it made me a little giddy to see Mr. Snake slithering up that walnut. A nearly vertical surface. Unreal. A black snake climbing a black walnut. It took him a few minutes to make it to the first limbs. I was sure his ass was gonna fall. But he knew what he was doing.

And the birds were going apeshit. They were jumping from limb to limb and squawking. I don't know how they knew. He was perfectly camouflaged. I just hope he didn't find one of their nests. That would make me feel bad. The poor birds didn't ask to be introduced to Joe no-shoulders.