You guys will laugh but my paternal grandfather was among other things, a 'revenuer' in western NC - he was not out to stop moonshiners or blow up stills or anything like that, he was an alcohol tax collector and he drove a black ford on mostly unpaved, gravel top roads. Since stones were constantly thrown up against the wheel wells by the tires, there were several instances when his vehicle was shot at - and hit - and he wasn't aware until he got home or to his next stop. He told me he didn't think it was a big deal because he thought if they really wanted to kill him, they could have done so easily. My grandmother wasn't so understanding and made him seek a career change.
