The idea of a two-fisted birdwatcher came about because the image of bird watching needed toughening up.
Bird watching can be a wilderness boot camp.
There are bugs, bears, thorns, mud, toothless people with shotguns, all kinds of adventures.
To say nothing about Bald Eagle nests that make you climb trees. Great horned Owls that make you prowl the night.
And Clark’s Nutcrackers that drive you up a mountain.
It’s for the hard-bitten, mosquito-bitten, tough and hard-hitting.
The phrase, “two-fisted” means just that: “hard-hitting,” according to the dictionaries.
In addition to binoculars, drinks are sometimes gripped this way.
That’s why there’s the colorful phrase: “two-fisted drinker.”
Fun pictures of these characters are on Google images.
There’s a pizza joint in Colorado named “Two-Fisted Mario’s.”
I wouldn’t mess with Mario.
Old boxing films used the phrase, too.
But the most illustrative, and illustrious, use of “two-fisted” can be found in the pulp fiction world from the mid last century.
There’s a website that revels in this stuff.
Shown here are a few samples of what you can find there.
We thought our logo was cool.
Then we saw these forerunners of Indiana Jones adventures.
The exploits in “Two-Fisted Tales” may be history.
But, the wilderness, with its timeless, trackless forests, prairies, mountains, deserts, rivers, animals and birds, isn’t history.
And, as long as all this is out there, we’ve got our own two-fisted tales to keep discovering, experiencing, writing and reading about.