Duquesne Law Review


John C. Scott


Sometimes writing about and practicing antitrust law takes me back to the days when I was a Pennsylvania small-town teenager. I recall a definite feeling of embarrassment-even guilt-whenever Bill Prince and I collected the 25-cent and 3-dollar bounties the state paid for every weasel that sampled our trap-line baits and every fox my tireless beagle chased before our sights. First of all, my favorite authors of those days took a very dim view of bounty hunters. And, second, it just didn't seem right to get paid for having so much fun. That feeling comes back to me now once in a while-but not very often.

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