Robert Lee Presley

Robert “Bob” Lee Presley passed away on September 23, 2026, in Healdsburg, California. He was born November 21, 1948, in Silverton, Oregon, grew up in Annapolis, California, and spent most of his life in Geyserville, California. Bob proudly served his country in the United States Army during the Vietnam War. After returning home, he went on to do the kind of work that suited him best: hard work. He spent his working years as a logger and heavy equipment operator, and he was never afraid of getting his hands dirty. When Bob wasn’t working, there was a good chance you could find him hunting, fishing, enjoying the outdoors or perhaps doing a little less strenuous “field research” at the B & B Lounge or John & Zeke’s. Bob appreciated a good watering hole, good friends and a good story, although the accuracy of those stories may have depended on how late in the evening you heard them. Bob was a familiar face and a true character. He wasn’t one for unnecessary fuss, and those who knew him knew exactly where they stood. He worked hard, played hard, loved the outdoors and lived life very much on his own terms. He leaves behind plenty of stories, laughs and memories for his family and friends to keep telling, and probably a few that are better left untold. Bob was preceded in death by his parents, Howard “Bud” Presley and Betty (Taylor) Presley; his beloved younger brother, Ken Presley; and family member Joanne Kazimi. He is survived by his loving daughter, Jessica Presley of Wilburton, Oklahoma; his older brother, Ron Presley and his wife, Olivia; Lisa (Patrick) Thomas; Kim Presley (Bobby); nephews Ben Presley (Liz) and Jake Presley (Tina); and his special niece, Tawnie Johnson. Bob was a proud Vietnam veteran, a logger, an equipment operator, a hunter, a fisherman, a father, a brother, an uncle and, perhaps most importantly, a man who was unmistakably himself. A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday, October 3, 2026, at 2pm at Bob’s home in Geyserville, California. Friends and family are invited to gather, share memories, tell a few Bob stories, and raise a glass to a life well-lived. Rest easy, Bob. May the fish be biting, the hunting be good and the barstool always be waiting.