8 hours in the crock pot.
We managed to get a few clay birds that had just been nicked with a pellet but remained mostly intact, and brought them proudly back to Dad.
True to his word, he parboiled them and served them on a plate with a bed of greens and potatoes. We pretended to eat them with great gusto. He had one over the kitchen counter for years - don't know what happened to it.
After 20 years raising kids, we got out to a sporting clays shoot a couple of weekends ago (they were just invented that sport when we stopped shooting skeet - that'll tell you just about how old we are.) I took my 28 ga Remington 11-48 dove gun (that tells you how old I am too), because it's the best pointing shotgun I have. I was amazed that after 20 years I actually broke some singles and one double, and really powdered a few close ones. But the rabbits completely bamboozled me (shot behind and below them EVERY time) and the little 28 with an Improved Cylinder choke just couldn't reach out and touch the fast ones going away.
So of course we had to hit the gun show and pick up a Remington 1100 (a longer, heavier shotgun but the best I could do - hard to find an 11-48 at a reasonable price any more) in Light 20 with a Cutts compensator and removable chokes on a short barrel . . . maybe I'll hit a few more with that. It points almost as well as the little dove gun.