The local weather service dramatically prepared us for hail last night. It's odd how in our modern age, the measurement of hail is still in the dark ages - or the 1940's.
It's all baseballs and hen eggs and nickels!
I think it'd be more fun if there was a definite geographic/cultural "fingerprint" on the hail.
Here are some offerings for new hail denominations:
We got hail here the size of a shotgun shell!
.....the size of a squirrel skull!
.....the size of endangered frogs!
.....the size of tumbleweeds!
.....the size of cow patties!
In Washington State:
As you can see, the hail is Grande toward the north part of town, in the south you're dealing with Tall.
This snow sure hurts!