Mullin Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been replacing roofs up and down this corridor for over twenty years, and I can tell you Mullin gets hit from a perfect storm of bad luck, geographically speaking. We sit right in that rolling hill country where the warm, moist air from the Gulf slams into the cooler dry air coming off the plains to the west. That collision doesn’t just give us a pretty sunset—it stacks up those massive, angry cumulonimbus clouds that spin up supercell thunderstorms. And because we don’t have any big mountain ranges or tall buildings to break up the wind flow, those storms roll through here with a straight-line punch that’ll peel shingles right off a deck like they’re nothing. You’ll see it every spring, especially April through June, when the jet stream dips down and those storms just line up one after another, coming through like freight trains.

The hail is the real kicker, though. It’s not the little pea-sized stuff you see in Dallas; it’s the golf ball to baseball-sized chunks that fall when the updrafts are strong enough to keep the ice cycling up and down in the cloud. Mullin’s position in that “hail alley” means we get the worst of it, and the damage isn’t always obvious right away. That hail hits your shingles at an angle, bruising the asphalt underneath the granules, and you won’t see the weak spots until a hot summer day or a hard rain exposes them. Then you’ve got the wind on top of it, lifting those damaged edges and tearing them loose. It’s a one-two punch that’s unique to this little pocket of Texas, and honestly, if you haven’t had a roof inspection after a big storm, you’re gambling with the one thing standing between your living room and the sky.