Stories by Kenny Presnell
Hunting stories are a "must." Any hunter worth his weight in turkey calls and shotgun shells has a tale or two to tell.
Here in North Florida we are no exception. Sometimes our misses and foul ups are just as much fun as hitting the bull's eye. You can read about hunting in the cold, wet woods in search of whitetail deer in "The Spike at Kenny's Stand." If it's the excitement of a deer-dog race you're after, then "The Thanksgiving Day Deer" might tickle your fancy.
"Spike at Kenny's Stand"
"Thanksgiving Day Deer"
We all know "hunting" is the name of the game. I guess that's probably why you may hear someone say, "Come on, Bubba, let's go huntin'." Instead of, "Looky here, Bubba, what I found." Some days, hunting is all there is. You're huntin' turkey, deer, squirrel, hogs, and even those dang deer-dogs. Some days there just ain't a whole lot of findin' going on. But no matter what the situation, there is always a story to tell about it.
We invite you to come along with us for the hunt. The woods are full of whispering words of humbling defeat as well as joyful shouts of success. There's adventure at every turn as you will see from our stories:
Stories on the Hunting-with-Kenny website:
"Adventures of a Woman in the Woods"
[A Collection of Short Stories]
I was not always engulfed in a life of racing through a maze of winding wooded roads to get a glimpse of a darting deer or wandering through my backyard in my nightgown and flip-flops with a flashlight looking for a wild boar. And being caught up-river in a tiny jon boat in the middle of a lightning storm was never on my to-do list either. I have, however, found myself in the mist of these adventures and more during my life as a woman in the woods in Northwest Florida.