Buckshot from a drunken hunter who didn't actually know what his target was and just shot through the bush. Fortunately his aim was off too and the only 'shot that hit me was what deflected off a tree and had lost nearly all of it's energy. I took more damage from wood splinters and diving onto the ground and hitting a sharp rock.
Grazed in the leg once by a .22LR round from an underage 'banger when I surprised him trying to steal a car. He was so mortified that he'd actually fired his gun that he dropped it and started crying.
Yeah, pretty much a charmed life so far.
"The dogs may bark but the caravan moves on"