So I head back to my parts area and grab a piece of pipe. More length = more torque. I slide the pipe into the tube and it keeps sliding all the way down into the tube. Well, now I have a heavier T post puller, but no T posts out of the ground. Back to the parts area to grab a 10' length of black pipe. I slide it into the tube and it stays.
The end of this pipe is about 9' off the ground so I head for the middle and grab it where I can reach it and yank down with all my might. I might as well have been trying to move the Earth. So I back my truck up underneath the end of the pipe, I jump up, grab the pipe and throw my weight against it. I felt a bit of movement. Sweet!!! Little bastard T post isn't going to get the best of me. Jump again and heave down. A bit more movement. Jump again and the whole contraption falls over and I land on my keister in the middle of the road.
Ouch. That didn't work. Gingerly rubbing my bottom, I head back to the puller to figure out what went wrong. The dang blasted metal plate sank into the ground. The T post hasn't even budged. Now I'm ticked!!! Back to the parts area. Cinder block under flat plate, confounded puller contraption reattached to the T post, metal pipe reinserted, truck re-positioned to match where the pipe is and . . . I jump again. Dangling, bouncing, and moving like a man with fire ants in his underoos!!!! The T post is laughing at me. I can hear it above the rustle of the leaves in the wind.
I drop back to the truck and turn to see the neighbor standing by his mailbox watching me and chuckling. "Wiggle it side to side a bit first son."
I hop off the truck embarrassed at how easily this T post is beating me and give it a dozen savage jerks back and forth. I'm ready to tear this thing out of the ground with my bear hands and brute strength. Back on the truck, I quickly glance over my shoulder and sure enough, he's still watching. I jump up perfectly and grab the pipe and the T post slides out like butter landing me on my tucus for a second time.
Ouch. Ouch. Luckily when I glance over the neighbor is headed back towards his house, but something in the bounce of his head and shoulders tells me he's laughing harder now than before.
The other 7 posts came out lickety split and I didn't even need the pipe on the last couple. There are some things Google just can't teach you about farming.