Only been kilt checked once...and (gasp) it was at Pride in the Pines in Flagstaff and it was by a really really really drunk college age guy. I felt his hand on my lower thigh and just spun away leaving him sprawling on the sidewalk.

On the other hand when I'm at a highland games and see a lady wearing a kilt inspector t-shirt I freeze, spread my legs, and raise my arms to the side - sort of like being frozen in mid jumping jack. Waiting for my inspection...so far the ladies just smile or laugh...but maybe one day, some day, a lady will live up to her t-shirt...