I know you’re not supposed to get too personal when it comes to fishing, but there was something about that silver brick flashing right before it threw the hook that made me want to go back to that trout’s riffle the next morning regardless of the winter weather warning. I had established Angels Camp as my base camp for the fishing trip, but by the time I made the drive from where I brewed my morning cup of coffee to Arnold it was evident there would be a legitimate chance my truck would end up in the ditch or body would be hypothermic by lunchtime. When I was plowing the road for the snow plow heading east it seemed like a good time to turn around and execute my contingency plan of investigating Camp 9 road.My buddy Kurt recommended Camp 9 when I told him I was heading to the Angels Camp area to fish the North Fork of the Stanislaus.Camp 9 road is a path so patched it almost looks paved and meanders back to where the Middle Fork of the Stanislaus River becomes New Melones.