Mcfaddin Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been replacing roofs in this part of Texas for over twenty years, and I can tell you straight up—Mcfaddin gets hammered in a way that most folks don’t expect until it’s too late. We sit right in that sweet spot where the Gulf moisture rolls in off the coast and collides with the dry air coming down from the Panhandle. That’s a recipe for supercell thunderstorms, and those things don’t mess around. They’ll drop hail the size of golf balls or bigger, and because we don’t have any hills or tree lines to break up the wind, that hail comes in sideways at 60, 70 miles an hour. It’s not just the impact that gets you—it’s the angle. That wind drives the ice right under the edge of your shingles, lifting them up and tearing the sealant loose before the storm even passes.

And here’s the kicker: our storm season isn’t a one-and-done deal. We get a nasty stretch in the spring, usually March through May, when those fronts stall right over us, and then again in the late summer and early fall when the heat builds up and the afternoon skies turn black out of nowhere. You’ll see a clear blue sky at noon and by two o’clock you’re watching your trampoline fly into the neighbor’s fence. The problem is, a lot of homes around here were built with standard three-tab shingles that just aren’t rated for that kind of repeated abuse. After one good storm, you might only see a few missing granules, but the hail has already bruised the mat underneath. That’s the silent damage—it doesn’t leak right away, but a year later, that roof is brittle and cracked, and the next storm will peel it right off. I’ve seen it a hundred times, and it always breaks my heart because it was preventable.