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Montana’s Cash Cowboy

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If you didn’t know any better, you might think William Patrick (Bill) Foley II was just another retiring baby boomer looking for golf courses, open spaces and the chance to recapture an idealized childhood of summertimes on the family ranch. A frank man with an almost goofy charm, he speaks of his love for Montana, his concern for the landscape — and the joy he gets bombing around the backcountry on an ATV or a snowmobile.

But the truth is, Foley isn’t very good at leisure. He’s got the fancy log home on Whitefish Lake, five West Coast wineries, the huge cattle ranch near Deer Lodge, and the requisite private jets, but he can’t seem to help turning everything into a business.

He bought Big Mountain, the Whitefish ski hill, and is busy turning it into a more elaborate entity called Whitefish Mountain Resort. He’s transforming the 90,000-acre Rock Creek Cattle Company into a gated, luxury vacation community with 240 home sites. He bought the Glacier Jet Center at the Kalispell Airport, where he parks his planes, and has big ambitions for that, too.

He enjoyed a couple of local restaurants — Ciao Mambo and MacKenzie River Pizza Co. — and added them to his portfolio, with plans to build a substantial casual eatery chain. And then there’s Fidelity National Timber Resources, which owns extensive forests in Oregon and Washington that Foley thought had a lot of value for real estate development.

“I’m a serial acquirer,” he says. “I can’t seem to stop, whatever flaw that is. And then I can’t stand it until it is perfect. I have to keep on fooling with it. I wish I could figure that one out. My golf game would get a lot better.”

  RICH MAN’S RANCH:The Rock Creek Cattle Co. near Deer Lodge, Mont. will keep the cows — event as it adds several hundred luxury houses.

Don’t be fooled though: He’s no slouch. Golf Digest named him one of the world’s top five executive golfers in 2004. And if his record at Fidelity National Financial, the Fortune 500 company he built from scratch, is any indication, he’s not done buying things in the West. Fidelity acquired more than 100 companies under Foley’s leadership and spun off a second public company, Fidelity National Information Services, about two years ago. In the past few years, Fidelity National Financial recapitalized, paying Foley a bundle, and he has been unloading big chunks of his FNIS stock (he stepped down as CEO of the two companies in mid-2007). He’s now set up as a perfectly positioned cash buyer at a time when lots of distressed assets are on the market.

Indeed, Foley appears to be in a much better spot than most of the Wall Street moguls, Silicon Valley financiers and high-rolling property developers who see the surging “amenity economy” in the Mountain West as the next great capitalist frontier. In some ways, he’s representative of the breed: a very rich man who’s become enamored with the West, and whose first instinct is to buy it.

Yet a number of high-profile developments by and for the wealthy — Promontory in Utah, Tamarack Resort in Idaho and Yellowstone Club in Montana, to name the most prominent examples — are staggering under heavy debt loads and a weakening economy. Boomtowns from Boise to Bozeman are seeing slower growth. But Foley, with an immense and highly liquid fortune, can afford to take the long view.

Foley is a West Point grad, and there is a certain military efficiency in his approach to business: Make sure you have plenty of assets, strategize carefully to find the non-obvious openings, win hearts and minds if you can — and cut your losses, unsentimentally, at the first sign of trouble.

If you’re the owner of a company that Foley wants to buy, it’s all sweetness and light and big piles of cash (hostile takeovers aren’t his thing). Steve Shuel, who sold MacKenzie River Pizza Co. to Foley’s restaurant group, describes the deal-making as “an unbelievable process in a positive way.” Contractors say he pays his bills, always and on time (which is more than you can say for a lot of moneyed developers), and public officials in Montana call him a model corporate citizen.

But if you’re driving around Whitefish Lake, or any other place where Foley owns a big spread, you can expect to see access to fishing blocked by poster-sized signs saying, “No Trespassing” and “Violators Will Be Prosecuted.” Not all the signs are his, but his are among the largest and most menacing.

  MONTANA CHIC:Foley’s home on Whitefish Lake features old barn wood (even on this three-car garage) and ranch-style architecture (emphasis on “style”).

If you’re an employee at Fidelity National Financial during a period of retrenchment, you can expect that pink slip unaccompanied by any severance pay. If you’re a contractor falling behind on a job, watch out — even if, as in one case at the Rock Creek Cattle Co., your wife just committed suicide.

Foley has no time for people who don’t get it done: “If they didn’t perform, we fired them.”

All of which raises the question: why bring this approach to the Mountain West, which defines itself, at least in part, as a place with a different pace to life? Why buy property and build gates and fences in a state where the law — and the vast majority of the citizenry — zealously guard the principle of access to public lands and waterways? Why try to convince yourself, as Foley does, that your 11,000-square-foot house on Whitefish Lake, built of oak from a Kentucky tobacco barn and complete with solid copper drain spouts, is “like an old Montana ranch house.”

Partly, as always for Foley, it’s a business opportunity. But the business and the personal are tightly intertwined: “In the East, everyone wants out,” he muses. “We’ve worked hard all of our lives, and we’re hitting the age point where we want to get away. We want land and space, want to be in a cool area, maybe not all year around, but we want to be there enough to really enjoy it. We all want life to be what we had as a kid.”

Foley was born in 1944 in Austin, Texas, the only child of an Air Force officer. The family moved every few years, following his father’s transfer orders to Alaska, California (where his father was commander of Edwards Air Force Base), Virginia and Venezuela, where he attended an American-style school from the seventh to the tenth grade. Then it was a short stint in Elizabethtown, Penn., and Clinton, Md., where Foley graduated from Surrattsville High School (named after Mary Surratt, a woman conspirator hanged for her role in the assassination of President Lincoln.)

  DON’T EAT THE WOODEN ARTICHOKES: The Foley house is meticulously decorated with Western and agricultural themes.

His mother was the scion of an old Texas ranching family, and she had four brothers, all of whom had first children, boys, who were the same age as young Bill. Until he was 16, his mother regularly returned with him to a family ranch near Amarillo.

“I grew up summers there, not for school years,” Foley says. “We’d go to a canyon, hang out and ride horses and shoot, do all kinds of dumb stuff.”

But it was the United States Military Academy at West Point, more than summers in Texas or schooling abroad, which seems to have shaped Foley. Tom Dyer, one of his schoolmates, recalls how he and Bill and about 800 other boys arrived at college on a July day in 1963, each an individual with his own haircut and clothing. “By five o’clock that night, we all had the same clothes on. Everybody had his head shaved.”

The academic program did not offer a lot of flexibility: a heavy dose of math, science and engineering tempered by a bit of the liberal arts.

“It served its purpose well. They strip you down, put you back together, better than what you were,” Dyer says. “You get a strong constitution.”

Or, as Foley puts it, “You don’t understand it quite then, what it does for you.”

Almost all of the 583 young men who graduated with Foley went into the Army and most went to Vietnam. At that time, West Point allowed graduates to follow their father into another service. Foley had fallen in love with airplanes as a boy and had wanted to fly, he says, but his eyesight had deteriorated during college. The Air Force offered him a spot as a navigator. “That’s really great news: fly in the back of an F4 over Vietnam,” he says. That sounded like a good way to get shot.

Instead, he got a desk assignment in Seattle as an Air Force representative at Boeing Company, overseeing military contracts. Neither Foley nor his fellow officers had any training in the engineering and manufacturing of aircraft, so Foley applied a regression analysis and figured out that certain costs should have been lower; he saved the Air Force $40 million on one of his earlier renegotiations, he says. He specialized in finding the padding inserted into the deals. By 26, he held the rank of captain and had authority to negotiate contracts worth up to $250 million.

The financial acumen started earlier.

“From the beginning, there was something about Bill and his penchant for, or knack for, capitalism. We would be talking about whatever, and Bill would be talking about what was going on in the stock market,” Dyer says. “He was just advanced in that regard.”

  GO ARMY! Foley is loyal to West Point, his alma mater: “Traveling around, as an only child, I was a bit of a wimp, self-centered,” he says. “It did a lot for me, taught me dicipline and authority.

Foley says he had been a stock chartist, even at West Point. “I kept my own charts, did everything by hand. I had a broker in New York City. I’d run down and make a collect phone call. I wasn’t very scientific. I got interested in oil. I also invested in a lot of airlines. Regional airlines were getting merged — Mohawk, Bonanza, Air West, Pacific Airlines. I did really well with them. I tried to take my losses quick. I started with $2,000 dad gave me. I ended up with $25,000, which was a lot of money in 1967.”

While still in the Air Force, Foley began taking classes at Seattle University, working toward a master’s degree in business administration. He had also come to the conclusion that Seattle wasn’t a good place to meet women. He and a friend applied a bit of social analysis and concluded that flight attendants might provide fruitful fodder.

“We snooped and found an apartment building full of flight attendants: four to an apartment, three to an apartment. There were 150 units. There must have been 300 at least,” Foley says. “I met Carol there at a party. We married before I was out of the Air Force,” he says. Bill and Carol have four children.

Foley likes to mention that Carol put him through law school at the University of Washington with her job at United Airlines. Since then, he says, she’s been a freeloader.

“What? She’s a freeloader. I like to be honest,” he says.

After law school, Foley went to Arizona because it seemed to be happening, full of money from Chicago and the West Coast. He got a job at a big law firm, and, after a couple of years, founded his own firm with a few partners. He helped one client buy a small title insurance company and then, in 1984, engineered the purchase of that company for himself and his investors. He expanded the small Phoenix title company, Fidelity National Financial, mostly through acquisitions, and in 1987 took the company public and continued its growth. Some of his early deals were less than stellar, he says. He bought a troubled agency with little potential in Tucson for $1 million.

“We probably should have paid $300,000,” he says. Before long he had figured out how to buy companies often far below book value, pennies on the dollar.

“A big company would say, ‘We have to get out. We’re done.’ I’d pick up semi-bankrupt operations and survive long enough to turn them around,” he says.

All told Foley has done more than 100 corporate mergers and at least as many acquisitions. By 2003, Fidelity provided title insurance for close to one-third of all the residential real estate transactions in the United States and, in 2006, had revenues of $9.6 billion and profits of nearly $1 billion. The company streamlined its business operations with purchases of technology companies and other back-office service providers; some of those lines have been spun off into their own companies, including Fidelity National Information Services, which works with nine of the top 10 global banks. Fidelity National Financial remains so large that another spinoff, the lender services division, could well take place within a few months.

Foley is often credited with being one of the first to recognize the growth potential of the title insurance field, always something of a backwater in the real estate world. And while the company has taken a hit from the national real estate slump, it’s also finding new opportunities: managing foreclosure operations.

Not everyone thinks Foley’s leadership has been optimal. Jim Ryan, a Morningstar analyst who studies the company, gives the Fidelity companies low marks for stewardship and a lack of focus. “They act more like a Leucadia, the investment company, which buys and sells and is extremely good at it. Fidelity National Financial treats the title business as a cash cow to run an investment company,” he says, “but they don’t have the right people or the patience to pull it off.”

“I don’t like the shifting and spinning off of companies,” Ryan adds. Last quarter, for instance, Fidelity National Financial bought back one company from its own spinoff. Plus, he feels Fidelity National Financial’s board rewards Foley with big bonuses for deals that don’t necessarily add value for stockholders. Ryan cited a few recent deals, including Fidelity’s purchase of 293,000 acres of timberland for about $94 million from the wreckage of what had been Cascade Timberlands. The land extends from Bend, Ore., to the California border. Ryan says: “I’m still trying to figure that one out.”

When talking to Foley and his team, though, the artfulness of the Cascade purchase seems like part of the allure. The former assets of the bankrupt timber company had gone to auction, but, instead of bidding for the acreage, Fidelity took a back-door route, buying a controlling share of the bankrupt company’s debt. Then it stopped the auction and turned those assets to its own use. Fidelity now has two major private communities in the works on its former timberlands.

Still, in the 20 years that Fidelity National Financial has been a publicly traded company, it has averaged a 22 percent annual return to its shareholders — and Foley is proud of that figure. It’s the kind of number that keeps skeptical analysts at bay.

People who work with Foley — from his contractors to his secretaries to his business partners and associates — describe him as a genius and one of the hardest workers they’ve ever met. (The publisher of this magazine ran into him working the lift line at Whitefish Mountain Resort.) He retains even miniscule details about his many business ventures and seems to have an intuitive feel for whether something will make money or not.

  SPEED IT UP! Contractors say Foley pays his bills promptly, but he sometimes cycles through workers at a dizzying rate.

Foley maintains an easy-going air. By contrast, Greg Lane, his point man in Montana, often looks stressed out.

A mergers-and-acquisitions lawyer who joined Foley’s team in 1997, Lane is jokingly referred to as “Bill’s better half.” Lane worries about Foley, and says he can’t go on vacation because he has to keep an eye on Foley’s businesses. He also heads up the political side of Foley’s work — talking to county commissioners, planning boards, citizen groups, city councils, tribal leaders, governors and others. Often, locals react strongly when a billionaire buys into the neighborhood and airs ambitious development plans.

In Whitefish, for instance, there has been a backlash against Foley, who in a trademark piece of deal-making acquired a controlling interest in the stock of Big Mountain, a ski area that was built and owned by local residents. Foley’s first effort to buy the company failed, but then Richard Dasen, a local businessman and major shareholder in Big Mountain, was arrested and charged with luring girls and meth-addicted young women into prostitution. (Dasen was found guilty of five felonies, including sexual abuse of children, and recently finished serving a two-year prison sentence.) Dasen had to sell his assets in a hurry. Foley bought his Big Mountain stock, which gave him enough leverage to push through a series of reverse stock splits until he had a controlling interest. (Foley has since invested heavily in the resort, putting in new lifts and a day lodge, among other amenities.)

When Foley invests in something, he hates to go halfway. When he wanted to give to his alma mater two years ago, for instance, he gave $25 million, the single largest gift in West Point’s history, to build a new athletic center.

Politically, Foley jokingly calls himself a “cross-dresser.” He’s socially liberal, he says, and fiscally conservative. He likes California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger (Republican) and Montana Gov. Brian Schweitzer (Democrat). He says he’ll probably vote for presumptive Republican presidential candidate Sen. John McCain in November. His record of campaign contributions over the past 15 years would lead you to believe his politics are driven by his business. Foley gives generously across the board to Republicans and, generally speaking, to sure-thing Democrats. Since the 2000 election cycle, Foley has given $152,000 in direct campaign contributions in Florida and California, and more recently in Montana, well over half of it to Republicans, according to records kept by OpenSecrets.Org.

As for interpersonal politics, Foley has Lane, who has a talent for smoothing ruffled feathers. He is good at explaining what the billionaire is up to, which always helps. He’s also good at making alliances and strategic concessions. In Bend, Lane has helped pave the way for a private development of Fidelity Timber Resources by setting up a 33,000-acre community forest for the town. Lane has also been working with the Klamath Tribes and the federal government and others with the goal of adding to a land base for the tribes — and another development for Fidelity.

In Deer Lodge, Lane talks about the wealth of knowledge held by the longtime manager of the ranch and of how much he has enjoyed working with the Montana Department of Natural Resources and Conservation and the local government in Powell County (population about 7,000). Powell County Commissioner Dwight O’Hara likes Lane. He says Lane drops by just to talk. “He’s an old shoe,” O’Hara says. When the construction of the private club was going full bore, it maxed out Powell County’s labor force and filled the cafes, hotels and rental apartments in Deer Lodge. O’Hara says Lane and Foley have been “excellent corporate citizens, straight-forward, very easy to work with.”

Lane insisted that Foley loves the West, loves Montana the way it is, and is going to great lengths to keep things the way they are — for instance, by putting easements on areas of the ranch so the views from nearby Deer Lodge will not change. (As of mid-April, 43 of the Rock Creek Cattle Co. home sites had been sold, Lane says.)

Love for Montana doesn’t mean the regular rules of capitalism go slack. For the ranch and the golf course, designed by Tom Doak, Foley laid out an aggressive construction schedule, and he got it, mostly. His contractors say working for him is fantastic in some respects, but his management style, which some call one-strike-and-you’re-out, has made for some hard feelings. He cycled through engineers and contractors, sometimes at a dizzying rate.

It’s not as if Foley is simply mean. The first engineers hired to rehabilitate the fisheries on the ranch didn’t get the proper permits. “It was bullshit,” Foley says. The first general contractor fell behind. Foley brought on a new general who has kept up with the schedule, and the new fisheries guy works hard. Foley appreciates that.

Commissioner O’Hara says, “He gave locals a fair shot at it.”

It’s about 50 minutes door-to-door from Rock Creek Cattle Co. to Foley’s house on Whitefish Lake, if you’re flying in Foley’s six-seat black BELL407 helicopter with custom leather upholstery. (Otherwise the 220-mile drive takes about four hours in good weather.) Foley’s pilot is West Point alum and 10-year U.S. Army veteran Mike Talbot. The helicopter sports the West Point logo on its side.

  KEEP OUT: Barbed wire fences, like this one at the Rocky Creek Cattle Co. keep cows and calves in. But Foley goes further with security gates and other measures to keep people out.

Foley also owns two jets. One is a modest Beechjet 400. The other is a huge GulfstreamV — the trophy jet of the ultra-rich (its title is held by Fidelity National Financial, which often leases it to a charter service).

Foley allowed that the culture of the Mountain West has been altered, and will continue to be, as billionaires and business executives like him seek out the quiet corners, the places where people are genuine and open. Yet he doesn’t think his own presence and his investments (which total about $125 million in Montana) inject into his new environment those characteristics of the East Coast, of California and of Florida that he would like to leave behind.

“It’s not such a bad thing that people like me are coming here,” Foley says. “Most of us are pretty concerned about things like land use. There are 300 million Americans and counting. Montana, like Wyoming and Idaho, you’re going to attract people.”

On the expansive back patio of the Whitefish house, Foley calls for Snowball, an airy puff of a Samoyed, and the dog wags his tail but doesn’t come.

Snowball eventually wanders over. Foley scratches him behind the ears. “He’s not loyal,” Foley says with feigned annoyance. “An alpha Samoyed can be squirrelly, kind of mean and bitey.” Snowball sat down on the flagstones, a big grin on his face. “Not Snowball. He’s just dumb.”

Foley gestures toward the rear of the Whitefish house. Like a lot of rich people across the Mountain West, he idealizes “authentic” relics and materials. Real weathered barn wood, for instance, is big with this crowd, creating the sense of house-as-extended-mood-piece. Foley may have a twinkle in his eye and a genuine smile, he might foster a few of his Montana employees in an almost fatherly way, but he remains a sharp-edged executive isolated by security gates and thousands of acres. The barn wood seems to offset the exclusivity, rendering it less uncomfortable.

“The idea is that it’s like an old Montana ranch house, and then you add onto it,” he says, describing the theory behind the rambling architecture. Foley points out the lack of uniformity in the size of the weathered Kentucky oak logs and the chinking between them.

“You just put up the logs, and then you chink it to fit. The idea is for it to be a little understated, to look like it’s old,” he says.

Artwork, from a gallery south of Missoula, had been hung on the walls that day. Provenance papers listing the artists and the prices lie on a table. Foley walks around the ground floor with his wife and takes in the original paintings. Four of them in a stairwell reflect too much light from a big window on the landing. Those will be sent back. Another one in the entryway Foley deems too colorful. He and Carol both really like a large painting in the living room by Ace Cooper entitled “End of a Perfect Day.”

The two admire it for a moment and say they find it relaxing.

In the painting, two cowboys in the foreground pick their way across a dry landscape of sage and rocks toward a distant homestead at the base of a high ridge. The entire scene, which has hints of autumnal reds and oranges, is bathed in early evening shadow, except for a distant ridge, which glows with late sunlight. There’s not a fence in sight.


For more from the Spring 2008 issue of The New West magazine, and for information on how to subscribe for free visit www.newwest.net/magazine.

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  1. How the hell cares about this guy, the yellowstone club or anyother rich gated community in the West??? I would argue thay all of these people and properties make of less then 1% of your “NewWest” yet it seems to be getting close to 60% of your coverage. Don’t bit the hand that feeds you I guess…

  2. I agree with Jeff who the hell cares about this gut? Unless he is one of your beloved developer pals selling the “West” out from those that built it let’s discuss somethingimportant!

  3. Foley sounds like a typical rich jackass who doesn’t give a rip what impacts his business deals have on the local people of Deerlodge (or other small communities in Montana), the land, or local and state hertiage. It’s all about him and screw everybody else. It shouldn’t be any surprise that NATIVE MONTANAN’S resent that this type of activity – why wouldn’t they!?

  4. Exactly, and I was just beginning to think New West was only going to have good, relevent articles and progressive thinking, not regressive more more more and maybe i’ll someday be happy mentality that this pee-brain obviously possesses. Just can’t buy enough stuff but he’ll keep trying, and maybe one day he’ll get hit over the head and wake up.

  5. Patrick J. Johnson

    I know many people, most of whom have very little or no money, who are much more interesting and relevant to Montana than Mr. Foley. The “New West” will fail in its stated mission if you insist on catering to elitests as defined by wealth. Perhaps those of us who are not rich simply resent people who are. Nevertheless, all of your splash and hype does the region a serious disservice if the entry is indicative of the magazine’s future content. How about profiling farmers who had sell out and the miners who got shafted (pun intended) by Anaconda and had injury added to insult when Northwest Energy wacked them again?

    The article is painfully reminiscent of the robber barons who pillaged and plundered Montana. From the appearance of your webpage you have plenty of money of your own although you seem a bit short on judgement. Perhaps you should try using both more wisely rather than insulting exisitng and potential readers.

  6. My wife and I just finished a visit to Bozeman a few weeks ago. After living bi-coastly for almost 20 years, it was a pleasure to see a place with a real sense of itself and community, just like the small Kansas towns we grew up in. Frankly, guys like Foley would make us rethink our plans of finding our Montana dream life. I can get all I want of his type here in Orange County, California.

  7. Wow, such vile bile. Folks, I think Struckman did a pretty decent job on this. Ever heard the old maxim, know thine enemies? While Bill isn’t necessarily mine, at least not right this second, it’s always good to know as much as you can about someone you might end up dealing with some day.
    Being stuck in William Jennings Bryan/Wobbly/Populist mode is counterproductive. This IS the 21st century.

  8. Seriously NewWest? If this is any insight into your new real estate rag…wow, it must be a real piece of work.

  9. Foley looks like he is out Weyerhaeusering the Big W…buy the hulk of the timberlands that were once a Blixeth deal in Oregon, and get permission to build two mega gated communities in an area that has a 28 month supply of housing, and dropping prices. Then the trade deals working with the Klamath Tribes….that will involve the Piss Fir Willies, and it takes Congress to make those work. Congress can be bought, and on the big land trades, is. And when the smoke clears, Bend is less than what it once was, which is less than is was then. Degradation by degree. All in the same direction….the race is on to devolve the industrial tree farms into subdivisions and more government land.

  10. Robert Stuckman

    Thanks for commenting. I think you all might enjoy reading other New West magazines about bankruptcies at high-end developments, the particular housing bubble in Boise, and a ranch hand’s labors south of the Bears Paw Mountains as well as the rancher he works for who hasn’t (and won’t) sell out. Other cool magazines stories, such as the last one mentioned, will be going online soon. Click on the link above to subscribe — for free for the time being.

    Here’s some links:



  11. Maybe Weber is trying to curry favor with this guy. Maybe he’s a potential investor in the growing NewWest conglomerate.

  12. Really this guy is news-worthy, but I think there’s just a little too much attention given to some billionare who (surprise) came to Montana and liked Mackenzie River Pizza and decided to stay. I really don’t care that he’s ranked 5th best exec golfer, but I do care about the changes he will bring to the already laughably chichy area of whitefish where now the billionares are pushing out the millionares…

  13. Well , commenters, you may not care about this guy and have given so much flack to the author and NewWest for publishing the story, but if you care about Montana and the places you know and love, then you better be informed about what is happening and who the players are. This man has major ownership in Whitefish and Big Montain and who knows what else. Like it or not, he has the power and money to change (for better or worse) the Montana we all know and love. So, its important for us all to be informed about this man and I applaude New West for helping us out with that.

    Yes, articles about other people who are living closer to the land and more authentic mountain lifestyles are needed, but this article is important too.

  14. Courtney Lowery

    In case any of you are interested in reading the cover story from the magazine, it’s online now here:


    Thanks for reading and for commenting.

  15. When Montana was settled, the big ranches often were owned by the rich from back East or Europe. They were run as ranches though. To me, this kind of story is sad on several levels. Many of us grew up in a time where small people had a chance but more and more this is not true. I don’t know if there is any changing it either. This man is just one of many.

    This is a question I have asked myself and others– what makes someone greedy? What trains them into always wanting more? Why is there never enough? I wish I had heard an answer or understood it. If someone isn’t greedy, they likely will never understand it. Greed, as he depicts, is not new to this nation, but what is new, in my lifetime, is a government that helps it happen by its policies and where those who are greedy are admired. I am 64 years old and have lived long enough to know it wasn’t this way when I was younger. Greed was certainly here but it wasn’t admired.

  16. Our Idaho family ranch (1883), plus a neighboring spread, were recently resold the third time, for 6.4 million. All the fences were removed, almost all of the buildings, and there are no plans for running cattle, as was the case for more than a hundred years. There is no place left in the West for family-size ranches, the small outfits who only run 300-500 mother cows. It was a wonderful place to raise our kids, and they loved it. But, none of them are, or will be, ranchers. Most don’t understand that it is not a “job,” but a way of life that is lost, creating an abiding sorrow.

  17. Dear Mercedes,

    The price of land in the premium northern rockies areas has flown so high that the coming generations may not be able to be ranchers on the same land or in the same way; but, I can testify that they can be ranchers. They just can’t depend on making their full living that way; they have to educate themselves to a level that enables them to earn a good living in other ways; and they have to love the ranching part so much that they end up working two jobs, one (not ranching) to pay the bills and one (the cattle income) to service and keep the ranchland investment going.

    It won’t ever pencil out on a month to month basis. You have to subsidize the ranching part with the professional day job or jobs; but, the appreciation in the land values gives you your long-term profit and, if you have that other income, you have options for tapping that profit without actually selling any of the base.

    I would also offer that, because of that multiple jobs part, I had to make my ranching efforts as streamlined as possible. I had to steer clear of angus or herefords or such northern European breeds. Those breeds have been selectively bred into a state of heavy dependency and can no longer take care of themselves. I had to go with registered longhorns for a lot of reasons. First, day or night, I don’t have to pull calves or nursemaid my heifers and cows during calving. They drop their calves cleanly; they’re smart enough to mother them; and my longhorns cows will live more than twenty years and give me a calf every eleven months from late in the second year on. Second, I don’t worry much about predators. My herd stays in very active, even athletic shape and can move at much more than a waddling speed; my mature cows can scratch their rears with their horn tips; and predators notice both those characteristics. Third, as individual animals, do not produce the carcass weight of other breeds; but, they produce calves much more reliably with much less effort on my part and, with only ~30% of the fat and ~75% of the cholesterol of other beef, the meat they produce is like bison and thus commands a much higher price. I also get a return from the spotted and brindled hides and the skulls. Fourth, my cattle will not lounge around in the same place eating my range down to the dirt. They are continuously moving and graze the whole place more evenly and better range condition means higher productivity over the long run. Fifth, you are what you eat and, with most of America obese and unable to run a hundred yards, I feel better about people eating my beef and not that waxy pink stuff. After a year or so of eating my lean stuff, my customers look, think, and move a lot better too.

  18. Todd in Bozeman

    Robert, Good job.

  19. This article seems to be well researched. Honest and accurate details conveyed about his business and personal ethic. I appreciate this.

    Great reporting, Robert!

  20. Contrary to many of the opinions here, I think this is a fabulous article. Well written. I know these people. Think whatever you want about the uber-rich and what they are doing to this state, but at least admit that they are fascinating and relevant. The conflict between awe and disgust in the tone of the writing is a perfect balance. I would expect people to be annoyed at this article just like they were annoyed that the Atlantic wrote a cover story on Brittney Spears. Just because you don’t like, or don’t care about the subject, doesn’t mean that it is not a great piece of journalism worthy of any progressive publication. Oh, and by the way, the guy, Bill Foley, is a chachy.

  21. tom in columbia falls

    here is what this great man did for the big mountain, changed the name of the resort,shortened the season by three weeks and raised our season passes by fifty bucks. what a deal !!

  22. Scotty Galloway

    Thank you for a well researched and poignant article on Mr. Foley and Montana. In reviewing the responses to the article, I have noticed a correlation between the literary prowess of the responder and their opinions of Mr. Foley’s business model. The Montana economy has clearly been positively influenced by the cash infusion and jobs provided during troubling times throughout the rest of the country.

  23. Oh, so why did the Big Mountain decide to cheat skiers out of one half hour EVERY SINGLE DAY? Even the lame map they printed said they stayed open later than they actually did.

    The management people Foley brought in are pretty incompetant. Being non-skiers, they announced that it’s too dangerous to ski in the variable afternoon conditions.

    Foley got the Big Mountain stock because Judge Stadler was quenching his powerful thirst at one of Foley’s Whitefish watering holes.

  24. A comment from one of the companies this man raped:

    Fidelity National Financial acquired Alltel Information Services in Jacksonville, FL several years ago. He moved his corporate office to Jacksonville, FL and stayed just long enough to bilk Jacksonville out of concessions to bring jobs here. He is still on that band wagon this year trying to get in the pockets of politicians again touting more jobs for the city, but he fails to mention that he has laid off hard working loyal employees this very year. Since that acquisition, he has decreased benefits, taken away the bonus program, laid off many and, to top the list, no one got so much as a cost of living increase this year. He didn’t stop lining his pockets though. He gave himself a 23 million dollar bonus for the same time period. So, for someone to say he rewards performance is a joke.

  25. Interesting and well done because it reveals the nature of the ranch and faux-rancher. It is easier to predict what comes next. Living in a gated community back in Maryland, I understand better with some of the reader comments as well.

    Expect to see strange devices around the ranch taking 24/7 video sweeps of wolves and human suspects. Also expect to set off alarms and spotlights if you are 2 feet in height or more.

    The man says he likes a Republican and a Democrat, but he invests predictably in high rate of return Republicans year in and year out. Nothing wrong with investing, but do not try to create a bi-partisan image.

    The big ranch for is for decorating and other hobbies, but where are the western neighbors invited to be engaged in this man’s life and eastern culture?

  26. Im from Montana. Guys like you who pretend they are from Montana are unfortunately taking advantage of the beautiful countryside without fully grasping the way of life that was peaceful and raised with us with values. it is truly Gods country and your greedy ways are unfortunately destroying the countryside and way of life and making your average ranch unobtainable by your native hard working Montana family. Some might sell their property to you for the almighty dollar but unfortunately your new carharts will shine through. Montana is the LAST BEST PLACE and your attempt to turning it into a commercialized resort town is unfortunate to the people who know and love it and appreciate it for what it is. Nature and beauty at its best.

  27. Arent there varying degrees of a kind of ranchland preservation..as some family’s pass on their land to decendants, there can be various viewpoints…some may want to simply sub divide upon sub divide.. It may be a given that some decendents of large lands sell, perhaps more articles/interviews with how other rangeland conservations exist that also allow limited housing possiblities could me quite helpful as familys are dealing w/ options/decisions.

  28. Dave Cairns, Aiken SC

    I sold Bill Foley Fidelity National Title Insurance in 1981 when I worked for Cigna and we wanted to divest the company. I dealt with Bill Foley on a nearly daily basis for a period of a year or so, we traveled together doing deals in Arizona and Hawaii. He is the shrewdest business man I ever dealt with, and one of the most charming. Without our deal, I doubt FNF would exist today, but that means Bill would have built something else into a billion dollar company. He has a mind for the highly complex, whether it is the law, business, or bridge and gin rummy. He doesn’t suffer fools, and goes first class in everything he does. He will do for Montana and the wine business nothing but good things overall, but there may be some casualties along the way.

  29. I was born and raised in Montana and recognize how hard it is to attract capital and retain jobs here. Bill Foley has invested significant capital in the state, and all in ways that have retained jobs and retained the character of the land. The skiing experience here in Whitefish has been improved in a meaningful way due to his involvement, in which he brings both management expertise and capital. New Chair 1, new high speed Chair 2, expanded terrain park, expanded list of summer activities, etc.

  30. want no harm for the man but just got closer to finding the rooster

  31. Lost money dogg