As an unincorporated community, Hell has no legally defined boundaries or population statistics of its own and is served by the Pinckney 48169 ZIP Code.

[4][5] Based on satellite views, the area is heavily forested, with some fields west and east of town.

When tax collectors came to Hell to assess his operation, Reeves and his customers conspired to hide the whiskey by filling barrels and sinking them to the bottom of the millpond.

The investors increased the size of the millpond by raising the level of the dam, creating what is now Hiland Lake.

[6] The second theory is tied to the "hell-like" conditions, including mosquitos, thick forest cover, and extensive wetlands, encountered by early explorers.

[6] A third theory is that George Reeves’ habit of paying the local farmers for their grain with home distilled whiskey led many wives to comment “He’s gone to Hell again” when questioned about their husband’s whereabouts during harvest time.

[8] A fourth is that soon after Michigan gained statehood, Reeves was asked what he thought the town he helped settle should be called and replied "I don't care.

It remains at the back of the general store, although the United States Postal Service does not recognize Hell as a town; it instead uses the name of nearby Pinckney as the mailing address.