This story begins a few years ago,October 2001 to be exact. I had an exchange student from the Ukraine that had to go to New York city to visit the Ukrainian consulate. Having never flown to New York before and this being just after 9/11, I felt it was my civic duty not to "wuss out". So, I visited the big apple for the first time. Like any red-blooded country boy from Tennessee, I was determined to find a gun store. Find one I did, Holland and Holland. At that time they were on 57th (I believe). I walked in the store with my cowboy hat on and said, "howdy do" (which I was determined to do to everyone I met on the street--actually I found it to be a friendly city) and asked if I could go see the gun room. The manager took the time to show me any gun I wanted to see and basically let me have the run of the place. As I remember, I bought a gun rag and a gun cleaning kit and basically had a good time. They also loaded me up with brochures for safaris and stuff. Great people.
Having never forgotten the kindness they showed me, I was determined to someday purchase a gun from them if at all possible. Well, I got it in last week. A fine example of a 1908 Royal 12 bore. I highly reccommend dealing with these fine folks. Just tell Dave Cruz that Wally sent ya.
