Fulshear Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been replacing roofs out here for over fifteen years, and if there’s one thing I tell every homeowner in Fulshear, it’s that you’re living in a bullseye for hail. It’s not just bad luck—it’s the geography. We sit right in that sweet spot between the Gulf moisture rolling up from the coast and the dry, cooler air pushing down from the Panhandle. When those two collide, especially in the spring months of March through May, they stack up into these supercell thunderstorms that just sit and spin over the prairie. There’s nothing to break them up—no hills, no tree lines, just flat open land—so the hail gets bounced around inside the cloud like a rock tumbler, growing bigger and harder before it finally drops. I’ve pulled golf-ball and even baseball-sized stones off roofs in Pecan Grove and Cross Creek that looked like they’d been shot out of a cannon.

And it’s not just the hail itself, it’s the wind that comes with it. Those same storms will throw straight-line gusts of sixty, seventy, even eighty miles an hour, and that’s where the real sneaky damage happens. The hail might ding up your shingles, but the wind is what lifts the edges and peels them back, letting water sneak in under the matting. Fulshear’s also got that clay-heavy soil that shifts and settles, so if your roof deck isn’t perfectly flat, the wind finds every little weak spot. Plus, we get a second wave of this nonsense in the fall—October and November—when those cold fronts slam into the leftover summer heat. So you’re not just looking at one bad season; you’re looking at two windows every year where a single storm can turn a five-year-old roof into a leaky mess. That’s why I always tell folks, don’t wait for the insurance adjuster to find it—call me after the first big bang, and I’ll walk your gutters with you.