I once watched my brother-in-law kick an armadillo far enough and high enough to score a field goal from the 15 yard line.

We were bow hunting and stalking through open mixed timber in a wildlife management area. We were about thirty or forty yards apart. He would move up slowly about twenty yards and stop. Then I would move up and stop as we both scanned the terrain in every direction. Well, that half grown armadillo was meandering along and stopped right in front of Mike's right foot. We laughed so hard that we knew we'd have to cover another quarter mile before we had any chance of seeing a deer.