Well, I live down on the riverbank. Never much coming from across the river except the grain terminal downstream. Most of that rat shooting stopped a few years back. Complaints about richoets into occupied places. Buckeye cops are too lazy to investigate or care.
The idiot hillbilly up on the hill behind me had either an AK or SKS. He'd unload the gun almost nightly around the 4th. I have no idea where he was aiming. He moved. And I'm guessing only 2 of us around here have golfball canons. That'd be me and the other fool. Mine all head up north towards Ohio.

You can tell canon fodder because when you find a golfball with one side pristine and the other kind of sooty, its been fired.
I do know that shots fired indoors are pretty easy to distinguish. We were in an apartment just up the road a piece. The babe (older) had a love hate thing going on with her lover. They'd fight all the time. She slammed the door on him one time and he fired a shot into the door, then left. Good quality door, thick solid wood. A little while later there was a knock at my door. I just yelled through it "who's there and what'da want". He said its the police. I looked out and saw it was a uniform, so I opened up for him. He asked if I had a gun, so I asked "why?" The dumb bimbo called the cops so she knew who fired it. She didn't tell them that, only that "someone" had shot her door.

Well, it wasn't me, my guns would easily penetrate a thin 2" of wood. Besides, I wasn't mad at her and wouldn't really want to go inside with her.
More gunshots. I've got a brother who lives in Wisconsin. He leaves home for a hotel in the city every opening day of deer gun season. After the first few days of firefights, he comes home and calls his insurance agent. Most years they find bullet holes in the house. He fixes the easy ones, they pay a guy that specializes in it for the hard ones, or glass. Makes me think most of their hunters are city folk who can't tell a deer from a house.
Handgun shots are harder to tell than rifle shots. Rifle shots generally exceed the sound barrier well out from the gun. Pistol shots usually don't. My dalmatian could tell the difference from firecrackers. He hated the black powder bang sound. Didn't mind gunshots. Go figure. He got so upset and scared he and I'd go to the basement. I had a nice comfortable couch and we had a throw rug on top of the carpet right next to it. The couch was kind of low and I could reach down and pet him as I took my half of "our" nap. My wife was convinced I took advantage of his fears to take a few naps extra. When she'd say that, I'd tell Ole Spot to bite her. Of course he liked her as much as me and didn't understand why he should bite her. But he really liked basement naps. The only thing better than a nap was getting petted whilst sleeping.