This Sunday I will be celebrating my sixth wedding anniversary with my amazing wife Zosia. She truly is the love of my life. Yes, she ranks higher than dairy cattle. One of the things that I think is so amazing is how exactly opposite she is to me. Maybe that resulted from years of my father teaching me about corrective mating, but when I found Zosia, I ended up applying everything I knew about dairy cattle breeding to good practice in choosing my wife.
For years, I had dated some very lovely farm girls and one or two bimbos. Trust me there is a very big difference between the two. While these hard working, passionate woman, meaning the farm girls not the bimbos, were amazing woman and many have gone on to great things in the cattle industry, it just didn’t feel right for me. None of them seemed like they were “the one” until one day, I met a woman who had grown up, in downtown Toronto, or at least a country boy’s definition of downtown TO.
One of the first things she asked me was “can we go cow tipping?” Now for many that question would have been enough make them jump the fence and run out on that date. Instead, since I had already ordered my prime rib, even after she had told me she was a vegetarian, I figured I should see the date through. Maybe it was because of genetics. I am myself the product of balanced breeding (father is 5.6 and mother is 5.9). Maybe it was the challenge. After all, she did jump out of the car before I had it parked, so she could avoid the awkward end-of –the-first-date goodbyes. Nevertheless, there was something about this woman that had me hooked.
It wasn’t until later that I realized that it was because she was the perfect corrective mating for me. Zosia, is smart, humble, and beautiful. Three things I aspire to be. For me I equate it to using Blitz (me) on a Demspy (Zosia). I am your high producing, milk machine, while my wife is that hot 2 yr. old everyone would want to have (oh did I mention she was also studying to become a doctor?).
Even on the conformation traits we could not be more opposite. She has big beautiful eyes, mine look like I am asleep most of the time (also a strong dominant trait as the last 4 generations of Hunt men all have this). She is model slim and, even after three kids, could walk down the fashion runway tomorrow (though she would never admit it). Me, on the other hand, well let’s just say I put on the frosh 15 and never looked back. She has the world’s cutest little head while mine might not fit in most small cars. Oh wait! That’s not my head …that’s my ego.
So as any good young dairy breeder knows, it’s not about how good you look but rather how good your progeny look that counts, so we are shooting for the Class Extra status. In our 6 years of marriage I have applied the other side of the animal breeding equation, resulting in three children. At 5 (for those doing math he was born 10.5 months after the wedding day), almost 3, and 1.5 years, my wife has proven to be a very fertile woman, and I guess I am pushing to be a high conception sire. This is also genetic as my brother has had three kids in 4 years as well.
The better part is how amazing and amazingly different each of our children are. While for years I had watched as we flushed cows and got daughters that could look so different, I have never had the perspective on it that I do now. As any parent knows, it’s what makes your children different that makes them amazing. While we breed dairy cattle for uniformity, I think that when it comes to our children we almost want the exact opposite.
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In the past when I set out to start quirky things like a dairy magazine just because I feel I have something to say, or quit a lucrative job because I think I would be happier running my own company, my wife has always been there with 110% support. She is the rock to my weirdness and the perfect partner for me. Please note: we will not be flushing her to the next hot stud to come along.