I used to live in Perth Scotland and was an avid trout and salmon fisher before work brought me south of the border and I discovered course fishing.
In the centre of Perth's river tay lies an island called Moncrief Island, this is also a golf course and lies on the town beat of the river.
When I was younger we used to fish in a large pool for the many salmon that pass up the river to spawn, from august onwards the river is full of salmon, we used to sit out all night on this island fishing, even thought night fishing was banned, being young we saw no harm in it, the place was busier at night than it was during the day, there was always poachers jigging for salmon along side us who tried to catch them legally, many a night we spent hiding in wet grass or under bushes to avoid the high powered beams of the water bailiffs search lamps, we even spoke to the bailiffs, they wern't after the likes of us it was the organised gangs of salmon poachers they were after.
This island was meant to be haunted by a grey lady, naturly us being young men we wern't go to let any grey lady scare us, or so we thought until my friend and I saw it one night about 50 yards from where we were sitting on the wet grass, because it was pitch black we could only make out the chostly white outline of a body, it was enough for us to put one rod away and take turns of fishing while the other kept an eye out for her to return.
A few nights later we were there again when we saw her walking up the centre of the golf course again, we decided to stash our rods under a bush and follow the figure to see where it went, by the time we had hidden our gear so that nobody found it she was gone again, we could hear mens voices so thinking it was the bailiffs coming down we decided to leave our gear and take shelter under a bush, the voices were getting louder but it didn't sound like bailiffs so we thought it was maybe a gang of poachers, what we saw made us both bite our hands to stop us laughing out load, down through the golf course came three men, three naked men, walking beside them was our chost, naked as the day she was born, she had long red hair and as I remember a great body, I was young then and everything in a skirt looked good to me, in this case anything without a skirt looked better, we let them pass us then through our laughter we thought we had better follow them to see what was happening, they stopped at one of the bunkers and had an orgy together which put us right off our fishing, it was all over in about half an hour then they made their way back to where the golf club was, we followed at a safe distance but they went inside, then the lights in the bar came on, we sneaked up to the windows and had a look in, they were all getting dressed and one of the men was behind the bar pulling pints, our ghost was still naked and seemed quite happy to stay that way, we thought about knocking on the door to ask if we could have a beer but our courage didn't stretch that far.
A few years after that incident I was telling my older brother about it and he asked me if we had tried to join in, I said no chance, he just laughed and said he and his mates used to join in regularly, thats why she came out on to the golf course, the more men the merrier was her way of thinking, and her husband was always there with the camera.
I often wish I could find another ghost when I'm sat alone on a river bank somewhere now, especially one who ran a bar.