In Praise of Brownell’s

In a world filled with disappointment and betrayal, one institution I’ve never lost faith in is located in Montezuma, Iowa. (Why is a town in Iowa named after an Aztec king?) It’s called Brownell’s, and is THE SOURCE to gunsmiths and gun nuts of all types.

Since 1957, Brownell’s has issued a catalog that is doom and ruin, because it contains (in its most recent, 488-page incarnation) over 30,000 items, of which any committed shooter will just have to have 14,322. Not only that, but they are extremely nice people to deal with, and when you call them for tech help you get tech help. And they have never screwed up an order. Cabela’s once screwed up an order, but considering that I’ve spent the equivalent of the Bolivian national debt with them they were bound to. But Brownell’s? Never.

Once, when placing an order, I allowed to the nice lady that I brushed my teeth with J-B Bore Cleaning Compound, which tasted terrible but gave me a lovely smile. She said “OH MY GOD,” but didn’t hang up.

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