From Wall Street to Montana
I spent over a decade on Wall Street — Lehman Brothers, Citigroup, Deutsche Bank, and Bear Stearns — predicting markets and managing risk at the highest levels. After watching my mother die from leukemia, asking her best friend what she did right, I decided to put my talents to work in an area that felt more meaningful. As I drove across the West, when I came to Montana, it felt like the home I'd always wanted. The American bison has always been close to my heart, and I believe they deserve a sanctuary — where they could be bison. I started by saving a couple of rejected babies: Tansy, Allie, and Ray.
What started with a handful of rescued bison grew into the first dedicated bison sanctuary on Earth — a place where animals rescued from slaughter, rodeo exploitation, and certain death as rejected orphans live out their natural lives on open rangeland beneath the mountains of Montana. Not a reserve. Not a range. A sanctuary — where injured animals see a veterinarian, not a rifle.
Bison are highly intelligent, wildly athletic, and dangerous. They can jump a six-foot wall running uphill and can kill a person with a single motion. They live for approximately thirty-five years. And each one has an extremely distinct personality. They form friendships, have a sense of humor, and hold grudges. The matriarch of this herd was born with a deformed neck. She waddles when she walks. But everyone knows she's the smartest one on the property. She also happens to be the friendliest bison on the property. The herd chose intelligence over strength, but they bring both.
I live among the herd. I feed them by hand. They come when I call. The bond between my two-thousand-pound bison and me are built on nothing but love and respect — and from that, trust is earned daily.
