My folks, specifically my Mom, tried to raise rabbits back when I was away in college. Turned out we had a male who wasn't bright enough to figure out which end of the female was which. Rabbits which wouldn't reproduce, go figure...Plus, when when it came time to slaughter them, Mom discovered that the process wasn't anywhere near as simple or as humane as she thought it was going to be...I forget the details, but I think one of her attempts ended up involving a drunken, screaming bunny bleeding out in our backyard, and smacking a bunny on the head didn't work too well either.
I got one bowl of bunny barbecue in a care package while in college, and that was it.
Mom did try pretty hard, but after awhile she gave it up as a bad job. She did try, though. I missed the whole thing.