Yep. Twice if I don't count the pellet splatter from bird hunting when two groups are working a large cornfield unaware of each other.
One was a pellet riccochet that hit me in the finger that stung like the devil. The interesting one happened when I was a police cadet in 1963. I was assigned to the Record Bureau on a Saturday morning to print and mug shot arrestees from Friday night. It was slow, so I wandered down to the Detective Bureau. One of the old Detective Lieutenants was sitting at his desk and called me over. He pulled open a drawer on his ancient Steelcase desk and took out an old semi automatic handgun of some kind. He asked me if I remembered when some Puerto Rican terrorists shot up the House of Representatives in Washington DC. in 1954. I did, and he said that the handgun had been used in that event. He said it had jammed at a critical time and was still jammed and couldn't fire. I was about to ask him how he got it when the it fired as he was fooling with it. I immediately felt as if someone had slapped me in the thigh.
What happened was when the ND happened, the bullet hit the steel sided leg well in the desk. It riccocheted down off the steel desk, hit the hardwood floor, bounced off that and went across the room and hit a the metal flange that held a glass wind deflector on the sill of one of the large windows across the room. The bullet riccocheted nearly straight back off the flange and struck me in the thigh. I didn't even have a bruise but it stung.
You could imagine that the discharge caused a bit of bobbing and weaving in the Detective Bureau. It was Saturday, as I said, and there was only a couple detectives in the bureau as well as the Detective Sgt. sitting at the front desk. (I caught him out of the corner of my eye as the incident happened. I recall he went airborn out of his chair.) I secured a special place in the brotherhood in the Detective Bureau that morning as I kept silent about the incident, which got me much in the way of credibility over the years with the old line detectives. Doesn't hurt for a rookie having a covey of old grizzled detectives running interference when plum special assignments came up. In fact, I never said anything about that till many years after I left the PD.
I kept that bullet for many years, but somehow it got lost during one of our moves after I got married and had a family.