An anomaly

I went to Katy this morning with Farrah; on the way realized I had no T pole. I figured there was a good chance that it was on ground near where I parked last time. No, it wasn't. Instead of hunting from the fist in that grassy field, I went to the woods. There I realized that I had to fly Farrah without a bell. Normal and fine in the open fields with her, but not good in the woods. Oh well. It was warm, sunny and we didn't see many squirrels. Her good fist response compensated some for her not having a bell.