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Wild Moon Hunt

Name: Wild Moon Hunt
Start: 2026-07-31T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-07-31T16:00:00-07:00
Location: Laveau Swamps

July 31 @ 12:00 pm - 4:00 pm

Come join the fun for Laveau’s first annual Wild Moon Hunt!!

It may not be a real holiday but why the hell can’t it be?! Come show tribute to the wilds in the swamps of Laveau in true hedonistic style with music, booze, dancing under the moonlight! And because the celebration has ‘hunt’ in the name, Merrick of Laveau’s Hook, Line & Sinker bait shop will ensure there is a chance for the party animals to show off their hunting and tracking prowess (provided they’re still standing upright before the party is over).

Details

Date: July 31
Time:
12:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Event Category: Backwaters
Event Tags:Laveau

Venue

Laveau Swamps

Organizer

Merrick Ashwood (starboymerrick)

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June 15, 2026

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