Well, when I was in college I was hanging out with a bunch of friends in downtown Burlington, VT, in the old North-end (the ghetto part of town, kind of), and somebody took some potshots at the house we were at. Can't say they were directed at us, but one of them hit the house about 7 feet away from where we were standing on the porch.
Also, I was dating this girl whose dad was....protective, to say the least. He caught me up in her room one night, and I had to go out the window onto the roof of their porch, and took off into the woods. I didn't hear anything, but she told me the next day that he had grabbed his shotgun and fired at me.