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My name is Allen Arseneau.  

This blog captures my adventures of becoming a Big Brother to a wonderful 7-yr old boy named Hunter.  My  own adventure began almost 28 years ago, when I became a Little Brother myself.  

Night fishing spectacular

Boston BIG - A blog about being a Big Brother

This is a blog about my experiences become a Big Brother to a wonderful 7-yr old boy named Hunter.

My name is Allen, and I am a Boston BIG.  I live in the Boston area, and am a BIG Brother (Big Brother Big Sister of Massachusetts Bay Organization) to a 7-year old boy named Hunter.  Hunter lives with his  grandma and 4 siblings, and is in kind of a tough situation.  So, I am a positive adult role-model in his life.  I take him out about 3 times per month.  We have a blast.

People are often surprised by how much fun Hunter and I have on our many outings, so I decided to write this blog to capture some of our adventures, and to keep somewhat of a diary for Hunter.  

I personally know how beneficial having a BIG is.  I actually got my own BIG about 28 years ago, when my mother realized that her sons needed help.  My BIG, Paul, became my mentor and guiding light as I grew from a Boston troubled teen into a Stanford alum and business owner.  I talk to Paul almost every week nowadays.  Eventhough I have a wonderful 8 year-old daughter of my own, and run a start-up, I find a few hours each week to take Hunter out.  In fact, it is just as much a break for me as it is for him.

I hope you enjoy reading about some of our adventures.

Night fishing spectacular

Allen Arseneau

I went camping with my family, and Hunter went camping with his, so we went several weeks without connecting.  But, when we finally did, I learned that he had never been sea fishing.  So like a good Big Brother, I took him fishing.  I borrowed a couple of rods from my landlord.  I picked up some proper weights and lures, and then got some mackerel bait, and away we went.  We drove down to Hull Gut, and were set up around 8:30pm.  Hunter hadn’t a clue how to cast, which is one of the first things you have to learn (after learning how to reel in a fish of course).  We cast the rod together (he wasn’t quite ready to do it on his own), and he did a great job with everything else. 

Cutting the mackerel seemed to fascinate him – or was it the fact that the mackerel was talking and singing?  Either way, it was fun.

We didn’t catch anything, but did not let that deter from the fun.  It was totally a late night, but Hunter learned about something new.