From the Fourth of July to Labor Day the lakes around my home in southwestern Michigan are overrun with boats of every description. Water skiers, swimmers, and sailors are out in full force. Most fishermen confine their angling to early morning and late evening, and the pike fishermen of early spring have given up in disgust. Where am I in July and August? I’m trolling near the myriad of boats and catching more pike than I do during the 10 other…