Life
Poco Lena was foaled in 1949, the daughter of Poco Bueno out of a daughter of Pretty Boy named Sheilwin. She traced to Peter McCue on both her sire's and her dam's side.
With the American Quarter Horse Association (or AQHA) Poco Lena earned her AQHA Championship, a Performance Register of Merit, a Superior Cutting Horse award and a Superior Halter Horse award. She was also the AQHA High Point Cutting Horse in 1959, 1960, and 1961. With the National Cutting Horse Association (or NCHA) she earned a total of $99,819.61 in cutting contests in her career. She earned a Certificate of Ability, as well as a Bronze and a Silver Award with the NCHA. She was also inducted into the NCHA Hall of Fame.
In late 1961, Poco Lena foundered. She recovered, and was showing well when in October 1962 her owner, B. A. Skipper Jr., died in a plane crash. In the confusion, Poco Lena was left in a trailer for four days without food or water. She foundered again, and never competed again. Eventually she was bought by the owners of Doc Bar, Dr. and Mrs. Stephen Jensen. After much nursing and effort, Poco Lena produced two foals when bred to Doc Bar – Doc O'Lena and Dry Doc, both of whom won the NCHA Cutting Futurity. However, Poco Lena's founder deteriorated after the birth of Dry Doc, and on December 16, 1968 she was put to sleep.
Poco Lena was inducted into the AQHA Hall of Fame.
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