Scouts (Scouting Ireland) - The Phoenix Patrol Challenge

The Phoenix Patrol Challenge

The Phoenix Patrol Challenge is the national Scoutcraft competition. It is organised by the National Events Team. Patrols of 8 members qualify from their respective Scout Counties to reach the 4 day event. Patrols combine traditional Scout skills with team games. Tasks vary from year to year, with pioneering, water activities, hiking, bivouacking and crafts. There are separate prizes for Campcraft, Cooking, Health & Safety, activity bases and special projects and the coveted overall winners' prize.

The Phoenix evolved from the Melvin competition of Scouting Ireland (CSI) and the Smythe Cup of Scouting Ireland S.A.I.. The name "Phoenix" was chosen for its symbolic meaning by the National Patrol Leaders' Forum in August 2004. The first official Phoenix Challenge was run in 2005 in Pallaskenry (County Limerick). Although, the National Patrol Challenge was held in Larch Hill in August 2004. In 2006 it was held in Tollymore Forest Park (County Down). Each Phoenix is themed and all of the activities relate to the theme, Pallaskenry 2005 had the theme "Journey Through Science", Tollymore 2006 was "The Medieval Experience" The Curragh Phoenix 2007 was themed 'The Flight of the Phoenix', the 2008 Phoenix Challenge took place in Larch Hill was '1908: In The Beginning' and the 2009 Phoenix Challenge which took place in Mount Melleray was 'SURVIVOR: Fun, Friendship & Challenge'.

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