In 2016, we nearly bought a company that would have cost us far more than capital.
It came through a well-regarded intermediary we had closed
several good acquisitions with. Let's call the company "CoreVision."
CoreVision served a highly specialized vertical—government records management.
The economics were textbook VMS: 94% gross margins, recurring revenue exceeding
85%, decades-long customer tenure. At first glance, it was exactly the kind of
business we were built to buy.
We met the founders. They were sharp. One was an ex-civil
servant with deep domain knowledge, the other a technical lead who’d built much
of the product in the early 2000s. They’d bootstrapped, never taken outside
money, and claimed to have grown EBITDA at double digits for the last seven
years. They were looking to retire, and the price, while rich, was not
outlandish.
So far, it looked like a fit.
But something didn’t sit right.
The first clue came during a site visit. Our team was
talking with select senior staff. The staff were courteous but
cautious. More than one person mentioned being unsure what their long-term
role would be, even though the company supposedly hadn’t communicated any
changes yet. When one of our team asked how product decisions were made, a senior
engineer laughed. “Depends who’s yelling louder that week.”
It wasn’t data—but it was a signal. A small alarm bell
ringing somewhere in the gut.
We don’t make decisions on gut alone. But we pay
attention to it. Because good gut feelings are just fast, unconscious
pattern recognition—reflexes trained over time. When something feels wrong, our
job is to dig until we find out whether the feeling is justified. Gut is
a hypothesis. We went looking for the data.
We pulled their ticketing system data. The customer support
backlog was massive, trending upward for six consecutive quarters. Their
customer churn, which they hadn’t mentioned, was quietly increasing—just a few
percentage points each year, but the pattern was consistent. The NPS scores
were sporadic and selectively reported.
But the real red flag came when we conducted blind customer
interviews.
One customer, a mid-size municipality, told us: “We’ve been
using CoreVision for years, but we’re planning to migrate. They’re just not
responsive anymore. We can’t wait three weeks for a ticket to get looked at.”
Another said, “Every time they release a new feature, it breaks something else.
We’ve stopped upgrading.”
CoreVision was not dying. But it was deteriorating in slow
motion.
And deterioration is rarely visible in financials—until it's
too late.
Still, the financials showed strength. We stress-tested the
forecasts. We asked ourselves: could we fix this post-acquisition? Possibly.
But that wasn’t the right question.
The right question was: should we need to fix it at
all?
We make our returns by buying good businesses—not
fixer-uppers. CoreVision might have once been a gem. But it had become a
liability hiding inside a historical P&L. A beautiful carcass with a
decaying nervous system. We walked.
The deal closed three months later—at a higher price—with a
private equity firm that specialized in software turnarounds.
Within two years, CoreVision had lost its top five
customers. A whistleblower surfaced. A regulatory issue, previously
undisclosed, emerged regarding data handling in one of their largest contracts.
The PE firm had to write down the asset. And quietly, they shopped it again,
this time to us.
We passed. Again.
I’ve thought a lot about that deal. On paper, we would have
made it. The financial profile, the size, the industry. But the gut said
no. And when we listened to the gut, then searched for supporting data, we
found truth that wasn’t in the CIM.
The lesson is simple. Never ignore the gut—but never
follow it blindly. Use it to ask better questions. Demand better data. Your
instincts, when trained on enough reps, know more than your spreadsheet will
tell you. But verification is the duty that keeps instinct from becoming
arrogance.
Had we done that deal, I suspect we’d still be picking up
the pieces today.
Instead, we walked—and walked into better deals with fewer scars.