In keeping with their annual tradition, Rev. Smith’s family sent him out on a wild goose chase today. “Don’t come back to the house until you’ve secured us a wild goose for Christmas dinner,” solemnly instructed his grandfather. Smith dutifully put on his hunting cap, equipped himself with tazer gun and a net, and set out into sub-freezing temperatures to scour area suburbs. The wild goose has proven an elusive prey for Smith. He has yet to catch one in his twenty-seven years of trying. Unwilling to come back to his family empty-handed, Smith generally waits until the day after Christmas to return home where by this time he is often greeted by jubilant laughter and wished better luck next year.